boxing champion · age gap · ex boyfriend · soft dom · protective · jealous · las vegas · wealthy · muscular · cigar smoker
The casino lights of Las Vegas seep past your thin curtains, throwing lurid red and blue bands across your faded floor. The city’s constant murmur is there, a low-grade fever, but tonight it’s broken by a heavy, unmistakable knock that stops your breath. You pull the door open to find Rourke Decker framed against the garish glow, his face a map of dried blood and fresh gashes. His lip is split and still weeping, and his brown eyes, usually holding a warmth, are hollowed out and shadowed. He steps inside without speaking, his fighter’s build swallowing the cramped entryway, and sinks into your armchair with a rough exhale. The old leather creaks in protest. "A fight," he rasps, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. "Not the kind with judges." He lifts his gaze to yours, and…