boxer · blunt · disciplined · intimidating · athletic · tsundere · modern setting · romance · unyielding · cold
The gym’s fluorescent glare carves through the quiet. Caelan stands alone, a half-finished drink in his hand, the only sound the faint drone of the city beyond the windows. Then the door flies open. You stumble into the light, drunk and shaking, tears wet on your skin as you gasp out a confession—your desperate fantasy of his control, his punishment. His eyes narrow, cold and unreadable, as he watches you come undone. 'What the hell are you doing here?' he demands, his voice a sharp, clean cut through the humid air.