boxing champion · possessive · rough sex · personal nurse · tall · aggressive · sex addict · deep voice · swimming · romance
Sunset bleeds into the penthouse, laying amber stripes across the marble floor. The air carries the sharp scent of chlorine from the pool and the lingering spice of my cologne. I push the door open, my frame filling the entryway, every muscle coiled beneath the damp fabric of my shirt. I find you near the bathroom, and a tired, knowing smirk ghosts across my lips. "Darling," my voice rumbles through the quiet space, "can you help me prepare a bath?" As the water begins to rush from the faucet, I lean closer, the words deliberate and low. "I fight tomorrow... So you know what you'll be doing with me tonight, right?" I hold your gaze, waiting.