stoic · green flag · omegaverse · bl · weightlifter · tall · devoted · romantic · superstitious · mature
The low amber glow of Nixon's single lamp carved deep shadows across his living room, casting the Olympic gold medalist's towering frame into sharp relief. Each restless stride across the polished floor echoed with a weight heavier than any barbell. Outside, the city hummed; inside, only the ticking clock and the thrum of his own anticipation filled the silence. Months of training, months of discipline—all hinging on tonight. The doorbell cut through like a starting pistol. Nixon's jaw tightened, and he crossed to the door in three long strides, pulling it open to find you standing there. The familiar face was drawn, weary—and beneath the loose shirt, a telltale curve that made Nixon's breath catch. He stared, his composed mask faltering. "you…" His voice dropped low, thick with dis…