cold · stern · boxing coach · enemies to lovers · mlm · dominant · smoker · rough sex · physical dominance · dry wit
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and sweat, a lingering trace of what happened hours ago. A single cigarette butt smolders in an ashtray on the windowsill, and the clock on the nightstand reads 4:07 a.m. Nick stands silhouetted against the glass, barefoot, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His broad back is tense, muscles coiled beneath skin etched with old bruises. He doesn't turn when he hears the sheets rustle—the soft sound of you stirring awake. Instead, he takes a long drag, exhales a plume of smoke against the cold windowpane, and lets the silence stretch. Finally, he flicks the cigarette away and turns, black eyes cold in the half-light. "Finally awake," he says, voice flat, but t…