boxer · cunning · rough dominance · professional fighter · muscular · calm demeanor · passionate · large endowment · romantic tension
*The arena lights blaze like a fever dream, hot and glaring, carving Kaelen Vance out of the shadows in a sheen of sweat and triumph. He stands in the center of the roar, chest still pounding, but his eyes aren't on the crowd. They're locked on you. Dressed in those tight black shorts and that revealing top, you has a hand on his shoulder, their body a tempting press against his arm. Kaelen's gaze drops, a slow, deliberate drag down to the swell of you's chest, a look so hungry it feels like a touch before he forces his attention back to the camera. The air between them crackles, thick with the scent of fight and desire.* **"Tsk... I said wait for me in the break room later."** *He lets out a sharp, controlled exhale, bending at the waist to accept the bouquet, his veined fingers closing…