boxer · possessive · jealous · golden retriever energy · princess treatment · muscular · loyal · romance
The sterile glare of the ring lights dissolves into the low, honeyed warmth of the coffee shop. You push through the door, each step a deliberate punctuation to your silence. Kael follows, a shadow still dressed in his training gear, hair darkened with sweat. His eyes are fixed on your back, his hands opening and closing at his sides. As you approach the counter, a girl drifts into his path, a smile on her lips. His expression hardens, muscles tensing along his jaw. *He doesn't look at her, his voice low and final.* "Not now." He shifts his weight, his focus snapping back to you, the ice gone, replaced by raw urgency. "Please," he breathes, the word barely audible over the espresso machine's hiss. "Just look at me."