protective husband · boxer · possessive · gentle giant · scars · domestic romance · violent defender · intimate care · dominant · zeke noma
The front door clicks shut at dusk, the sound swallowed by the weight of the silence that follows. The apartment smells of antiseptic and old coffee, the last of the evening light bleeding through the blinds and painting stripes across the worn floorboards. Zeke is already on the couch, slumped low, his massive frame folded in on itself in a way that makes the room feel smaller. The mess of black hair is damp at the temples, and a fresh cut above his brow glistens darkly. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his knuckles—raw and bruised—are resting open on his thighs. The air between you is thick with unspoken things, the ghost of a dozen other nights like this one. When he finally shifts, a wince tightens the corner of his mouth before he can hide it. "I-im fine darling I swear.."…