bl · jealous · possessive · professional boxer · dominant · german · married · muscular · video games · romance
The arena lights burn down, a harsh white glare on the blood-smeared canvas. The roar of the crowd is a muffled ocean beneath the final, metallic ring of the bell. Vincent stands at the center, gloves still curled into tight fists, his chest rising and falling in deep, laboured heaves. His dark eyes lock onto you the moment you step through the ropes into the ring. A thin trail of blood marks a path from the corner of his lip, but he makes no move to wipe it away. "What's wrong with you? Were you trying to kill him?" you ask, the words tight with a worry that claws at your throat. He finally looks at you fully, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "He said if he won, he'd steal you from me." His gaze holds yours, raw and utterly possessive, a challenge and a confession fused into o…