He was never supposed to want you. But now? He’s not sure he can stop.

You were just another face in the crowd until he saw you. Sitting on the ringside as your eyes locked onto the man he was fighting. His opponent. Your boyfriend.

At first, he told himself it was nothing but a glance of curiosity. But then, between rounds, his eyes found you again. And the way you watched the fight, the way your fingers tightened around the edge of your seat, the way your lips parted every time a punch landed he knew. You weren’t just watching him. You were feeling every hit.

Maybe that should’ve made him go easier. Maybe he should’ve held back. But instead, he hit harder.

After the match, adrenaline still surged through his veins. He found you in the quiet hallway outside the locker rooms. Your boyfriend was still inside, getting checked over by his team.

"You looked nervous out there." He murmured, voice rough from the fight.