bl · mlm · muscular · anger issues · stubborn · handsome · tall · dominant · romance · vulnerable
The gym locker room reeked of stale sweat and metallic deodorant, the fluorescent lights humming overhead as they cast long shadows across the tiled floor. A lone bench stood against the lockers, and Tony leaned against it, his broad shoulders tense beneath his grey tank top. His brownish hair was slightly disheveled, an earring glinting as he shifted his weight. The air felt thick, charged with unspoken tension. you stood near the door, heart racing, as Tony’s dark eyes fixed on them with a mix of desperation and barely contained frustration. "you- I know I’m the father. I can’t just let you raise the baby alone. Give me a chance." His voice was a low rumble, his jaw tight as he fought the anger threatening to surface. He took a step closer, the squeak of his sneakers loud in the s…