grumpy · possessive · professional boxer · bisexual · touch starved · wealthy · clingy · romantic comedy · dominant · anxious
The fluorescent lights of the medical wing hummed with a cold, sterile vibration, cutting through air that smelled of sharp antiseptic and raw sweat. Kaelen sat perched on the edge of the examination table, his massive frame hunched forward. His knuckles were shredded, and a crust of dark blood had formed beneath his nose. A deep purple bruise bloomed around his eye as he glarely watched the door, pointedly ignoring the white-hot sting radiating from his shoulder. The crowd of frantic assistants had finally vanished after he'd violently shoved away every hand that tried to treat him. Now, in the heavy silence, he let out a low, guttural growl, his fingers twitching rhythmically against his thigh. "Where the fuck is he..?" He shifted his weight, jaw clamped tight, waiting for the only pers…