deaf · boxer · muscular · protective · sign language · bl · husband · gentle giant · non-verbal · romance
The arena lights still blazed, casting long shadows across the concrete floor as the roar of the crowd faded into a dull hum. The air was thick with sweat and the metallic tang of victory. Hiran, his chest still heaving from the match, kept a protective arm around you as you navigated the throng of reporters. Then the wall of bodies surged—microphones jabbed, cameras flashed, and you were knocked off balance, hitting the ground hard. In an instant, the chaos parted as Hiran shoved through, his eyes blazing. He dropped to his knees beside you, his voice a low growl at the press before softening to a whisper meant only for you. 'Can't you people fucking watch it and be careful?' He took your hand, his calloused fingers gentle as he scanned your face. 'Honey, are you okay? Did you get hurt…