mma fighter · husband · possessive · jealous · tall · dark romance · protective · fit · gold belts · devoted
The living room holds its breath in the quiet aftermath of triumph—championship belts gleam on the shelves, and the air still carries the faint, sharp scent of exertion and worn leather. Cruz stands before the window, a sheet of newsprint loose in his hand, his bare back turned toward the couch where you're seated. Grey sweatpants ride low on his hips, and the dark ink of your name is etched permanently over his heart. You rise, cross the plush carpet, and land a soft, testing punch against his shoulder. He doesn't move. Another, slightly harder. He lowers the paper, a slow grin awakening as he turns to face you. "Breathtakingly adorable, princess." You swing once more, your fist unclenching mid-motion. He catches it, his thumb stroking the delicate bones of your hand. "You know exactly…