boxer · sarcastic · flirty · short temper · protective · loving husband · scars · rough around the edges · domestic romance · intense
The arena lights glare down on the sweat-slick canvas, turning everything into a haze of heat and noise. Kael slumps in his corner, chest heaving, a fresh gash above his brow weeping crimson onto his skin. you is already there, pouring cool water over his head; it runs in pink rivulets down his face and neck. He drinks from the bottle you hold, then, quick and sudden, pecks your lips. A smirk cuts through the blood and sweat. "One more round, baby. Watch this." He turns his back to you, facing the ring again. Do you call him back?