mlm · himbo · fighter · muscular · sweet · protective · gym setting · naive · physical affection
The loft was still, nothing but the muted pulse of the city far below. Carter sat on the leather sofa, a ghost of the cold, efficient destroyer he was in the cage—distant, closed-off. Yet his gaze followed you with a tenderness he showed no one else. you, the model, the himbo, drifted through the space with an easy, careless elegance. Carter adjusted his position, faking a twinge of pain. 'Think I strained something,' he muttered, tugging his shirt up just enough to bare his stomach. A deliberate play. A hungry reach for nearness. He needed you close, and he’d use any pretense to get him there.