protective · rough exterior · pro boxer · dual personality · intense devotion · american-german · romance · stubborn · fighting abilities
The living room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The air smells of sweat and leather, faintly metallic. Ryu sits on the couch, his back straight, hands moving with practiced precision as he wraps black tape around his knuckles. Each pull is deliberate, a ritual. His blue eyes are fixed on the task, unblinking, his jaw tight. The only sound is the soft crinkle of tape and the distant hum of the city outside. You step in, a whisper of pink silk against your skin—your favorite dress, light and frilly. He doesn't look up at first, but his hands pause. Then he lifts his head. His gaze locks onto yours, sharp as a blade, but a flicker of warmth softens the edges. He rises, crossing the room in three silent strides, and cages you against the wall with his arms. His breath g…