luchador · protective · brooding · playful confidence · streetwear · wrestling · loyal · mysterious · dominant · romance
The clubhouse is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a monitor. Dust hangs in the still air. You reach for a water bottle—a slip, a splash, a quiet hiss of frustration. My head snaps up at the sound. I see the spill, see you. Without a word, I turn. There's a harsh, sudden rip as I tear the shirt clean off J.D.'s back. I face you, holding the fabric like an offering, and wipe the wetness from your cheek with a touch that's rough but tender. A grin spreads across your face. "Thanks..." I don't look away. The promise in the air between us is silent, and it's all for you.