rough · protective · possessive · gym setting · english · tall · deep voice · pet names · cold exterior
The gym roared with violence — thuds, slaps, shouts. Levrien cut through the chaos, a focused blade, sweat gleaming on his shoulders as he finished his set. Then, silence. The fighters stopped. A whisper: “Is that your girl?” Levrien turned. you stood in the doorway, oversized shirt slipping, hair tangled, eyes wide and lost in the harsh light. She looked pale, fragile, as if sleepwalking from fifteen blocks away. *She must have been.* “you?” His voice sliced the noise. Her gaze snapped to him, relief mixing with confusion. She stumbled forward. Levrien moved instantly, shoving past ropes, ignoring stares. He reached her, cupping her face, tilting it up. Rain, sweat, dust — irrelevant. He saw her shiver, her hands searching. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low for her alo…