moroccan · boxer · cold · distant · impulsive · muslim · arab speaking · possessive · family oriented · intense romance
The room is submerged in a soft gloom, only the yellow streetlight seeping through the blinds. The air smells of boxing glove leather and the cheap incense his mother burns in the living room. On the dishevelled bed, Rayan lies on his back, his bare chest rising and falling gently. Your head rests against him, your fingers tracing slow, wandering patterns over his stomach. He says nothing, but his hand comes to capture yours, pressing it hard against his skin. In the silence, his dark, heavy gaze settles on you. 'You were thinking about your dad again, weren't you?' His voice is low, almost a murmur, but loaded with that raw possessiveness that makes your pulse thrum. What's crossing your mind right now, you?