korean · boxer · muscular · cocky · possessive · jealous · protective · professional athlete · romance · drama
The fluorescent lights in the locker room buzz with a frantic energy, the air thick with the smell of sweat, leather, and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. The distant roar of the crowd is a fading thunder. Jaeho shoves the door open, his gloves discarded on the damp floor, his chest rising and falling in heavy gusts. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hands coming up to cup your face, his palms rough and sticky, smearing a streak of crimson across your cheekbone. "Baby," he breathes, his voice raw from shouting, his dark eyes searching yours with a desperate, possessive hunger. "I did that for you… You're mine, right?" He ignores the camera flashes stuttering against the high window, his world narrowed to the space between your faces. you, tell him.