boxing champion · age gap · ex boyfriend · soft dom · protective · jealous · las vegas · wealthy · muscular · cigar smoker
The neon glow of Las Vegas bleeds through the thin curtains of your apartment, painting stripes of red and blue across the worn floorboards. The hum of the city is a constant murmur, but tonight it's punctuated by a heavy knock that makes your heart skip. You open the door to find Blake Adams, a silhouette against the garish lights, his face a wreck of dried blood and fresh cuts. His split lip is still oozing, and his brown eyes, usually warm, are now dark and hollow. He steps inside without a word, his muscular frame filling the small space, and sinks into your armchair with a groan. The leather protests under his weight. "Fight," he rasps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Not the kind in the ring." He looks up at you, and there's a vulnerability there that cuts through the b…