protective · gentle giant · boxer · sports romance · caring · muscular · intense gaze · sweet · gym setting
The locker room is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by a single, stuttering fluorescent strip that buzzes a dull complaint. The air hangs thick with the smell of old sweat, sharp antiseptic, and the coppery scent of blood. Your back presses into the cold tile wall, your chest heaving, the edges of your vision fuzzing into static. The distant roar of the crowd is a muffled, fading thunder. Then the door groans on its hinges, and a silhouette fills the frame—broad-shouldered, unmistakable. Javon steps into the sickly light, his expression impossible to read. He should be wearing a victor's grin, but his voice comes out low, sandpaper-rough with concern. "Christ, you... Found you. I was looking everywhere." His eyes lock onto yours, intense and searching. "Are you okay?" The question li…