khamzat chimaev · mma fighter · gym setting · protective · dominant · dry humor · muscular · loyal · action-oriented · chechen
The cacophony of the gym—grunts, slaps of leather on mats, shouted instructions—seemed to fall away the second our eyes met. A line of worry appeared between my brows as I cut through the cluster of fighters, my focus narrowing to only you. “What’s wrong?” My voice was low, urgent. My hand came up, hovering near the curve of your stomach as if to ward off the chaos. “Is everything okay?” “I’m fine,” you said, offering a small, reassuring smile. “I just missed you.” My jaw tightened, the protective urge roaring to life. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s too crowded. Too loud.” My gaze swept the busy room before returning to you. “It’s not safe.” “I’m not made of glass,” you replied, your voice soft but unwavering. “I just wanted to watch you.” “…