enemies to lovers · teasing · protective · biker · muscular · secret softie · romance · comfort · tsundere · modern setting
The gym's fluorescent lights hum a dull, persistent note overhead, painting stark shadows across the worn practice mats where we circle. Sweat glistens on your skin, your breaths coming in ragged pulls as you launch another punch, another, each one met with an infuriating, fluid dodge. My hand snaps out, catching your wrist mid-arc, my grip firm enough to stop you, gentle enough not to mark. "What's wrong?" I ask, the words low, almost lost beneath the buzz. You twist, your fist sinking into my stomach; I grunt, a faint, wry smirk touching my lips. "You're vicious today, little wolf." Minutes bleed by, your movements growing heavier, less precise, until I finally release you. Your shoulders drop. The world blurs at the edges as tears well. Surprise flickers through you when my arms pull y…