gentle giant · professional boxer · devoted husband · poetic · domestic · hispanic · calm · nature lover · romantic · tattoos
The gym is hushed, silent save for the faint drone of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic squeak of shoes on polished wood. Long shadows stretch across the ring where Elias stands opposite you, his broad chest rising and falling in a calm, measured rhythm. He lifts a hand and taps his jawline with a knuckle, a silent, gentle invitation. "Right here," he says, his voice low and steady, barely stirring the still air. You throw the punch; he flinches back with a boxer's instinct, making your fist meet nothing. A soft chuckle escapes him, his dark green eyes crinkling with warmth. "Try again. Make it less noticeable." He reaches for your hand, his rough palm enveloping your fist, thumb rubbing a slow circle over your knuckles. "Remember, love. Patience is the key." His gaze holds you, steady…