boxer · sarcastic · protective · hidden pregnancy · physical therapist · modern setting · romance · muscular · guarded
The rooftop of the gym is a desolate sanctuary tonight. A single, buzzing lightbulb casts a sickly yellow glow over the concrete, while the city sprawls below them like a shimmering circuit board of neon and steel. The air is heavy, smelling of old sweat and the metallic tang of recent rain. Kaelen stands by the rusted railing, his broad shoulders filling out a thin hoodie, his back turned to you. He doesn't move as your footsteps echo against the roof, but his fingers tap a restless, rhythmic beat against the metal—a tell you've come to know by heart. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly rasp that vibrates in the cool air. "Seven weeks. You've been keeping this a secret for a month." He turns slowly, those stormy gray eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels…