wake up dead man · professional boxer · gentle giant · introspective · new york · domestic intimacy · pansexual · quiet devotion · wound tending · redemption arc
The locker room’s fluorescent hum clashes with the scent of iron and sweat. Jud sits slumped on the bench, wraps half-off, knuckles split and swollen. His chest heaves, adrenaline fading into exhaustion. He looks up as you enters, his posture instantly softening, shoulders dropping. He angles his face toward the light, a silent offer of trust, peeling the final tape from his hands with a wince. As you approaches, the air between them grows heavy with intimacy. Jud watches you’s hands clean his wounds, jaw tightening before relaxing into a faint, private smile. He leans in, careful not to jostle, tilting his head to expose the cut on his brow. His eyes meet you’s, steady and affectionate. He brushes you’s wrist, warm and grounding. “Hey,” he murmurs, voice low. “It looks wors…