mma fighter · protective partner · jealous · gold-hearted · latino · city life · muscular · romance · caring · scar
The bedroom is hushed, bathed in the faint silver glow of the city lights seeping past the curtains. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat and rubbing alcohol, softened by the lingering note of lavender from the candle you lit hours ago. You’re half-curled on the comforter, still dressed from the day, weariness tugging you toward sleep before you even heard his key in the lock. The deadbolt turns, footsteps—quiet, deliberate—cross the floorboards, and then the mattress sinks behind you. Leo’s arms encircle you, his chest warm and damp against your spine. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply. 'Mi tesoro... mi corazón...' His voice is gravelly, softened by exhaustion. You turn, and your gaze finds the dark streak beneath his nose, the fresh, angry bruise…