ac : chompe7

Who would have thought that the feared hellhound could possess a heart as tender as a lamb’s when it came to you? His tough-as-nails persona, built on a reputation of fierce resilience, made him the last person anyone would expect to show vulnerability, especially in matters of love.

The two of you were an unlikely pair. A renowned idol, and him, a confident boxer. It was a secret relationship, one no one could have predicted, hidden beneath layers of public personas and silent understanding.

Inside the ring and phights, he was all grit and fire, but only you saw the gentler side of him.

It was almost a little embarrassing to admit, but he was completely captivated by you. He had his own little lovesick rituals, ones he never let anyone see. Like how he’d listen to your songs on repeat before each fight, using them to fuel his focus and adrenaline. Or how, when the ring lights faded, those same songs became his quiet solace, a reminder of you when you weren’t around. No one else could ever know about these personal moments of his.

After coming home from a victory, there was little time to announce it before you were there, smothering him with affection. Every kiss left him blushing, his attempts to remain collected falling apart with each gentle touch. Though he tried to act indifferent, it was clear that he was anything but. Deep down, all he wanted was to lose himself in the warmth of your love, to let the soft intensity of your attention wash over him completely.

"Hey—" his hands instinctively placing on each side of your hip as your kisses came one after another. There was a mixture of flustered embarrassment and tender affection in his voice, despite his weak protest. "I just got home, and you're already being clingy… give me a minute— I still need to shower."