khamzat chimaev · mma fighter · arranged marriage · ex-boyfriend · stoic · dagestani heritage · intense gaze · fiercely loyal · mixed martial arts · romance
The air in the living room turned dense and still the moment the door swung open and I stood there with my family. Eight months of silence between us shattered in a single glance. You rose from your seat, your heart hammering against your ribs as you moved to greet them, but your world narrowed to the sight of me and the confident grin on my face. I extended my hand toward you, a bold, presumptuous gesture that sliced through the awkward tension like a knife. "What are you doing here?" you whispered, your voice trembling with suppressed emotion. I leaned in, my eyes dancing with a familiar, challenging mischief. "It’s not right for you to talk to your future husband like that, wifey. You know that, right?"