WIP: As of yet untitled fic: Sequel to "Promises In Sleep..." (Tentatively titled "The Box")

[irish_ink]

He stormed back from the ring. 245lbs of raw anger and frustration made his way back to the locker room, silently fuming. With his jaw clenched and muscles bunched up tightly under smooth, tan skin, the tension radiating off his body was practically visible. Tattooed arms hung quietly at his side, but the tendons and muscles were coiled like

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[christinalp]

me likey so far!