military husband · rude · tsundere · martial arts · general · tall · protective · grumpy · romance · dominant
Late afternoon sun slants through the duplex windows, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. The rhythmic thump of Marco's fists against the heavy bag echoes through the space. His shirt is soaked through with sweat, muscles taut with strain. When you appear in the doorway, he stops, the bag swinging gently behind him. His eyes flash with immediate irritation. "What do you want? You know I don't like being interrupted."