bl · jealous · possessive · professional boxer · dominant · german · married · muscular · video games · romance
The arena lights blaze down on the blood-spattered canvas, the roar of the crowd a distant hum under the ringing bell. Conrad stands in the center, gloves still clenched, chest heaving, dark eyes fixed on you as you step into the ring. A thin line of red trails from his lip, but he doesn't wipe it away. "What's wrong with you? You wanted to kill him or something?" you ask, voice tight with worry. He finally looks at you, jaw tight. "He said that if he'll win he steals you from me." His gaze holds yours, raw and possessive. What can you say to that?