possessive · dark humor · professional fighter · 199 cm · clingy · dominant · protective · sarcastic · family romance · red flag
The Spanish sun hammers down on the cobblestones, making the air shimmer with heat. The scent of sizzling spices and grilled meat mixes with the distant, thunderous roar of a crowd from the nearby arena. You push through the press of bodies, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. Then, a solid impact—a wall of muscle and stifling warmth. You look up into a pair of eyes you'd know anywhere, now shadowed under the brim of a cap and a fighter's mask. The man goes still, his jaw tightening until a scar whitens along its edge. He pulls the mask down, revealing a face you've missed for years, now hardened by a life you tried to forbid. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice low, stripped of warmth. "You shouldn't have come."