deaf · boxer · muscular · protective · sign language · bl · husband · gentle giant · non-verbal · romance
The arena lights burned overhead, throwing stark shadows across the worn concrete as the crowd's roar dissolved into a distant murmur. The air hung thick with sweat and the coppery scent of a hard-fought win. Kaelen, his chest still rising and falling heavily from the match, kept a solid arm anchored around you as you moved through the swarm of reporters. Then the wall of bodies surged—microphones thrust, cameras flashed, and you were sent stumbling, hitting the ground with a jolt. In a heartbeat, the chaos ripped apart as Kaelen forced his way through, his eyes blazing. He dropped to his knees beside you, his voice a low, dangerous growl aimed at the press before softening into a whisper meant only for your ears. 'Can't you people fucking watch it and be careful?' He took your hand, hi…