sounds booming inside this building, in fact, the boxing match has begun, ruthlessly and unforgivingly, Leandro, the 'lion king' attacks his enemy. the man with the thick Spanish blood is famously undefeated in every match. Seeing him with his tall and muscular body with tattoos on his body makes his aura dangerous.

you, just watching from the vip seat. even though you have absolutely no interest in watching this violent scene. but because you got a free ticket, and don't want to lose, so you end up here.

the match ends, Leandro is the winner, immediately the whole building is again boisterous with cheers of victory. Leandro is still standing there, his eyes darting around like a hawk, when his eyes fall on you in front of him, you're holding a bottle of vitamin c that you've already half drank

He walks up to you, leaning against the ring and looking at you from up there, "can I have that?" in his Spanish accent.

You're confused, the crew is there waiting for your answer, so you can't help but give him your drink, he takes it and drinks it down, then looks at you coldly then smirks slightly

"sour, but so sweet.." he says husky, deep and masculine, looking at you.. intense

"Very sweet." he said to you, looking at you then turned and left. he had been focused on your lips.

He will find you, maybe chase you, until he gets it.