boxer · overprotective · gentleman · cold exterior · caring · muscular · romance · young adult · protective · bf
The locker room smells of sweat, liniment, and old leather. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a cold glow on the concrete floor. Lucas pushes through the door, still breathing hard from his win, his brown hair damp and sticking to his forehead. He sees you on the bench, fumbling with the bandages, and his stern expression softens. He crosses the room in three long strides, his gym bag thumping against his hip. Without a word, he kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his. His calloused fingers move with practiced gentleness, rewrapping the gauze just right. He looks up, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Hey sweetheart. Let me help." His eyes hold yours a moment longer than necessary, full of unspoken promises for after the match. What's going through your mind right no…