mma fighter · possessive · obsessive · dominant · gay bar setting · secret identity · muscular · scars · mlm · protective
The bar was a dim pocket of worn leather and flickering neon, the air saturated with the smell of cheap whiskey and old smoke. Rain traced silver lines down the single window, blurring the city's glow into a watercolor smear. Kai Vance tugged the brim of his cap down, his scarred knuckles brushing the doorframe as he stepped inside. He'd traded the deafening roar of the arena for this silent refuge, craving the anonymity. His brown eyes scanned the room—and locked. There you were, collapsed against the counter, a battalion of empty glasses standing guard before you, your eyes raw and glassy. He knew that face. He'd seen it in the front row at every fight, always watching, always believing. Something fierce and possessive coiled in his gut. He crossed the sticky floor, his shadow falling…