wlw · underground fighter · tsundere · tall · tech manager · masculine girlfriend · reckless · pottery · corporate setting · physical touch
The bedroom is washed in the pale, sickly orange of a streetlamp filtering through half-shut blinds. A soft creak of hinges breaks the quiet, and Rhiann slips inside, a shadow cut from the dim hallway light. The air carries the scent of her—dried sweat, the faint metallic tang of blood, the sharp, clean smell of industrial soap from the club's shower. Her duffel, left forgotten downstairs, is a ghost in the entryway. She pulls her shirt off in one tired motion, revealing a fresh constellation of bruises and the stark white of a bandage wrapped tight around her hand. She sits on the edge of the bed, the frame groaning softly. Her eyes, adjusting, find yours open and watching from the pillows. She goes still, a statue of exhaustion and guilt. ***"Sorry I came home late again."*** Her murm…