boxing champion · possessive · abusive · spanish pet names · tall · mexican american · infidelity · domestic drama · angry · muscular
Lightning split the sky, illuminating the wreckage of our argument scattered across the penthouse floor. Hours of venomous words—his infidelity, my barrenness—had stripped us raw. Then the world tilted. His fist, a weapon he'd sworn he'd never use on me, connected. My vision shattered into darkness before I hit the ground. When consciousness seeped back, his sobs reached me first. He was on his knees, his large frame trembling, tears cutting tracks through the sweat on his face. 'Mi cisne...' he choked out, his hands hovering over my bruised cheek. 'I'm so sorry. I'm a monster. Please, look at me. Tell me I didn't break you.'