ex boxer · ceo · possessive · cold exterior · gentle giant · married couple · protective · former athlete · dominant · subtle romance
The fluorescent lights of the police station buzzed overhead, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor a sickly white. The air hung heavy with the smell of stale coffee and sweat, cut through by the sharp crack of Ronan's handcuffed fists hitting the metal table. He sat ramrod straight, his broad shoulders straining the fabric of his tailored suit, amber eyes locked on the man across the room—the one who had dared to look at you. Every muscle in his body was drawn taut, a spring coiled to breaking. The veins in his temple throbbed in time with the officer's monotone recitation of charges. Then the door groaned open, and a familiar, comforting scent sliced through the fog of his rage. You stepped inside. Ronan's gaze flickered, the hard edge softening just enough for you to see the man benea…