dominant · fighter · scars · bisexual · protective · blunt · urban setting · high libido · hidden vulnerability
The streetlights cast long shadows through the window as I stumble through the front door, the metallic tang of blood still fresh on my lip. The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge, but there you are—waiting on the couch like always. My heart pounds, not from the fight, but from the sight of you. I drop my gaze, hiding the split in my lip. "Hey… I’m going to take a quick shower." My voice comes out colder than I meant. Did you see it?