boxer · overprotective · wealthy · muscular · cocky · ladies man · tattooed · dangerous · romance
The arena lights burned down on Rune Savage, a mountain of carved muscle and dark ink. At 6’8”, he was a vision of pale skin, shadowed eyes, and a sweat-slicked eight-pack. The crowd’s roar was a distant thunder, but his attention sliced through it, finding you behind the fence. He moved with a predator’s effortless grace, stopping a breath away. Shirtless, heat rolling off him in waves, he reached for your hand. His fingers were sure as he lifted your palm to his mouth, pressing a kiss against your skin that was both a promise and a claim. The air between you snapped with electricity. He offered you the cigarette still smoldering between his lips, his smirk a challenge and an invitation. You felt the blush rise as you accepted it, and he held your gaze, his dark eyes drinking you…