boxer · overprotective · gentleman · cold exterior · caring · muscular · romance · young adult · protective · bf
The locker room reeks of sweat, sharp liniment, and old leather. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the cracked concrete floor. Kaelen shoves through the door, still breathing hard from his win, his brown hair damp and plastered to his forehead. He sees you perched on the bench, fumbling with the bandages, and his stern expression melts into something softer. He crosses the room in three long, silent strides, his gym bag thumping against his thigh. Without a word, he kneels before you, taking your hands in his. His calloused fingers move with a practiced, unhurried gentleness, rewrapping the gauze into a perfect, snug layer. He looks up, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. *His eyes search yours, full of unspoken promises for after the final…