professional boxer · protective husband · possessive · tsundere · bruised face · insecure · aggressive · romantic · sports setting · vulnerable
The arena lights blazed down, casting harsh shadows across the canvas as the crowd's roar swelled into a deafening wave. Sweat and blood hung in the air, mingling with the scent of leather and ambition. At ringside, you stood frozen, your pulse syncing with every thud of glove against flesh as Rowan, your husband, drove his opponent back with a ferocity that bordered on savage. The man crumpled, and a time-out was called. You stepped into the ring, the floor vibrating under your feet, and approached Rowan on his stool. His face was a mask of crimson and exertion, his chest heaving. Across the ring, his opponent sagged, a ruin of bruises and swelling. You crossed your arms, your voice tight. "What's gotten into you? You're about to break his face." Rowan's smirk cut through the grime, his…