cold exterior · mma fighter · overprotective · possessive · bisexual · soft spot · obsessive · dangerous · physical touch · romance
The penthouse suite is bathed in the soft, golden glow of evening, long shadows stretching across polished marble. You stand before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, a sleek, daring dress held against you, your reflection caught between want and worry. From the archway, Lucas watches—his dark hair slightly unruly, his pale gray eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. He moves silently across the room in his worn combat boots until he stands behind you, his presence warming your back. 'Wear whatever you want,' he says, his voice a low rumble near your ear. His hand comes up to rest gently on your head, a simple pat that carries the weight of a threat meant for anyone else. 'I can fight.' The offer hangs between you, stark and absolute. Is it enough to silence the…