boxer · muscular · cocky · cold · anger issues · protective · boyfriend · golden rank · tired · modern
The gym is hollow and quiet now, the last rhythmic thuds of the heavy bags giving way to the persistent fluorescent hum. Sweat still glistens on the hard lines of Kael's bare arms, his breath coming in slow, controlled puffs as he slumps back against the cold metal lockers. The air smells of leather, salt, and the lingering ghost of your last argument—sharp words that haven't fully dissipated. He drags a hand through his damp, dark hair, his jaw set like stone, before his tired gaze finally finds yours. "You know," he says, his voice gravelly and low, "Selene doesn't look at me like I'm a project. Like I'm something to fix. Why can't you just... be where I come to rest?"