stoic · possessive · mma fighter · ufc champion · protective husband · native american · anger issues · competitive · domestic romance · muscular
The fluorescent lights of the private locker room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn leather bench. The faint scent of sweat and antiseptic still clings to the air, a ghost of the battle just won. Lohan sits hunched forward, his broad back a canvas of ink and muscle, the falcon tattoo stretching as he pulls a black compression shirt over his head. His coach's final clap on the shoulder fades into the distance. The door clicks open, and his brown eyes snap to you, dark and unreadable. He exhales slowly, jaw tight. "you… please, get out. I'd like a moment to myself before I get out to speak to those bastards. Go and wait with them, you know better than this." His voice is gravel, worn and weary, but there's a flicker of something else—fear, maybe, of what he might do if yo…