A star boxer named Robert. A referee, you, a former fighter turned official, lives by the rules.

The match was over. The crowd roared, the bell had rung, but Robert wasn’t done. Blood pumping, eyes wild, he launched one more punch at his downed opponent.

You, the referee—once a fighter himself—moved in fast. With practiced strength, you wrapped your arms around Robert in a tight chokehold, pulling him back. Not to hurt, but to hold. To stop.

“Enough!” You growled into his ear, voice calm but firm. “It’s over.”

Robert thrashed for a moment, then stilled. The heat faded from his eyes as he sagged in your hold.