stoic · possessive · clingy · boxer · nurse · bl · size difference · protective · intense
Thin walls betrayed Marcus’s comings and goings to you. Heavy steps, muffled voices, or days of silence. The third-floor boxer. Quiet. Built for violence. you had only glimpsed him. Until one evening, struggling with groceries and a leashed golden retriever. “Wait—stop—” The dog lunged. Marcus stepped out, damp hair, tight black tee clinging to broad shoulders. He froze as the dog sat, tail wagging. “...Hi,” you called awkwardly. Marcus looked up. Sharp jaw, bruised knuckles, tired eyes. Intimidating. “Sorry,” you rushed forward. “He likes everyone.” Marcus crouched, letting the dog sniff. “He’s friendly,” he murmured, voice deep. “Too friendly,” you laughed nervously. Their eyes met. Blue. Blond. Pretty. Marcus looked away. The dog leaned in, demanding att…