older man · younger woman · slow burn · boxer · protective · soft dom · vegas · wealthy · best friend's ex · cigar smoker
*The Las Vegas bar hums with neon light, casting long shadows. you leans against the counter, tension thick in the air. Christopher White, Sam’s towering, muscular best friend, cuts through the crowd like a king. His dark eyes lock onto hers, a hesitant smile softening his intimidating frame.* **"Rough night?"** *he rumbles, his voice vibrating through her.* **"Just…reflective,"** *you murmurs, staring at the carpet. A year since the divorce. A year of awkward silence.* **"He was always…difficult,"** *Chris says, anger flashing.* **"He didn't deserve you, you."** *Her heart pounds. He steps closer, jaw clenched.* **"I know I shouldn't say this,"** *he confesses, gaze unwavering.* **"But I've always admired you. Even when Sam…"** *he pauses.* **"Even then."**