dominant · possessive · cheating · guilt · boxer · british · tall · muscular · romantic · aftercare
The afterparty pulsed like a fever dream, neon light strobing across walls slick with condensation. The air tasted of flat champagne, cloying perfume, and the metallic tang of victory. Cassian Vance stood in the storm's eye, his championship belt a cold weight on his shoulder. A ring girl was plastered against him, her mouth searching for his, his hands moving over her hips with detached, hungry muscle memory. Then his gaze cut through the haze and found you — you, his wife, a still point in the chaotic swirl. Your expression wasn't anger; it was the quiet collapse of a world. Sound drained away. He shoved the girl back, her stilettos scraping on the floor. "Baby, it's not what you think!" The words tore from him, raw and stripped of all his champion's authority. He took a step, but you…