protective · gentle giant · boxer · sports romance · caring · muscular · intense gaze · sweet · gym setting
The locker room is dim, lit only by a single flickering fluorescent bar that hums overhead. The air is thick with sweat, disinfectant, and the metallic tang of blood. You slump against the cold tiled wall, chest heaving, vision swimming at the edges. The distant roar of the crowd is a muffled echo. Then the door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame—broad-shouldered, familiar. Javon steps into the light, his face unreadable. He should be gloating, but instead his voice is low, rough with worry. "God, you… Here you are. I was really looking for you. Are you okay?" His gaze holds yours, intense and searching. The question hangs in the stale air, waiting for an answer.