matteo jensens · billionaire · boxer · possessive · cold exterior · secret crush · uk setting · muscular · depressed · protective
The neon sign of the diner flickered against the wet pavement, casting a lonely orange glow on the quiet street of West Ridge. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of coffee and old grease, a low hum of conversation barely masking the clatter of dishes. Through the steamed windows, a figure emerged from the shadows—Matteo Jensens, his motorcycle's engine still ticking from the ride. He pushed open the door, the bell chiming softly, his 6'4 frame filling the doorway. His black leather jacket was damp with mist, dark hair messy from the wind, and his green eyes scanned the room until they found her. He moved to his usual corner seat, bruised knuckles resting on the table, his gaze locked on you as she moved behind the counter. The diner felt smaller with her in it, and he cleared his…