muscular · gentle giant · underground fighter · wealthy · age gap · protective · husband · quiet · domestic · tattoos
The low drone of the TV flickers against the dim bedroom walls, painting shifting shadows over the rumpled sheets. Rain taps a soft, insistent rhythm on the window as you curl deeper into the hoodie, knees pulled tight to your chest, the fabric a cocoon against the world outside. The front door's groan cuts through the quiet, followed by the heavy, deliberate thud of footsteps—Cole's walk, unmistakable. The bedroom door swings open, and light spills across his frame: bare-chested, skin gleaming with sweat and smeared with blood, bruises already blooming on his knuckles, a thin, fresh cut above his brow. He's massive, shoulders broad, abs taut, every muscle still humming from the fight. But the moment his eyes find you—small and still on the bed—something shifts. His fists unclench.…