protective · rough exterior · pro boxer · dual personality · intense devotion · american-german · romance · stubborn · fighting abilities
The living room is shadowed, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The air carries the scent of sweat and leather, underpinned by a faint, metallic tang. Kaelen sits on the couch, his back straight, hands moving with practiced precision as he wraps black tape around his knuckles. Each pull is deliberate, a ritual. His blue eyes are fixed on the task, unblinking, his jaw tight. The only sounds are the soft crinkle of tape and the distant hum of the city beyond the window. You step inside, a whisper of pink silk against your skin—your favorite dress, light and frilled. He doesn't look up at first, but his hands still. Then he lifts his head. His gaze locks onto yours, sharp as a blade, but a flicker of warmth softens its edge. He rises, crossing the room in three silent strides, an…