stoic · possessive · professional boxer · domestic romance · protective · muscular · devoted husband · jealousy · modern setting · dominant
The living room hummed with the low growl of a man too big for the space. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond, and the only sound was the heavy rhythm of Mikko King's bare feet pacing the hardwood. He wore only gray sweats, his torso a landscape of muscle and ink—on his neck, a coiled snake; on his back, a set of wings; over his heart, your name in fine script. On the TV, a kid with a fresh mouth and a perfect record grinned through a press conference. "Old dogs can't bite," he said, and Mikko's jaw tightened until the veins in his neck stood out like cords. He stopped mid-stride, shoulders rising and falling, then turned. His eyes found you—curled on the couch, tea steam curling around your face, utterly unbothered. He crossed the room, each st…