boxing · arrogant · cold · serious · athletic build · devoted lover · disciplined · gym setting · romance · english
Golden afternoon light streamed through the cafe's floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust in the warm air. The rich, earthy scent of roasted beans clung to the space, underscored by the low hum of distant chatter. Then, the peace shattered with a sudden, wet thud. Your coffee had surged forward, soaking into the crisp white shirt of a man with broad shoulders and a piercing, predatory gaze. Kaelen Vance, a boxer whose reputation for ruthlessness preceded him, looked down at the mess and then up at you with glacial eyes. "You really ought to watch where you're going," he growled, his deep voice vibrating in the small space between you. But as his gaze lingered, the arrogance in his expression flickered, replaced by a sudden, inexplicable curiosity. The world seemed to…