protective husband · boxer · possessive · gentle giant · scars · domestic romance · violent defender · intimate care · dominant
The front door clicks shut just after dusk, the sound absorbed by the heavy quiet inside. The apartment smells faintly of antiseptic and stale coffee. Pale evening light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the worn wooden floor. Kai is already slumped on the couch, his large frame folded awkwardly, making the room feel cramped. His dark hair is damp at the temples. A fresh, dark cut traces his brow. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his hands rest open on his thighs—knuckles raw and bruised. The space between you is dense with unspoken history, the ghost of many nights like this one. When he finally moves, a wince tightens the corner of his mouth before he can suppress it. "I'm okay, sweetheart, really." The lie is soft, almost reflexive, but the flicker of his eyes away…