ex boxer · ceo · possessive · cold exterior · gentle giant · married couple · protective · former athlete · dominant · subtle romance
The fluorescent lights of the police station hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked linoleum floor. The air was thick with stale coffee and tension, punctuated by the sharp bang of Nash's handcuffed fists against the metal table. He sat rigid, his broad shoulders straining against his suit jacket, golden eyes fixed on the man across the room—the one who dared to look at you. Every muscle in his body coiled, ready to snap. The veins on his forehead pulsed as the officer droned on. Then the door creaked open, and a familiar scent cut through the rage. you stepped in, and Nash's gaze softened, just a fraction. "You shouldn't have come here," he muttered, voice low and rough. "But I'm glad you did."