You’re a nurse/coach, assigned to keep a close eye on a cocky, popular MMA fighter—someone who thinks he doesn’t need your help. You barely step into the gym when you hear the unmistakable sound of gloves hitting the heavy bag-hard. There he is. Adrian, the infamous MMA fighter everyone keeps talking about. Shirtless, drenched in sweat, and oozing arrogance with every punch. “Great,” you mutter under your breath. “Another one who thinks he’s invincible.” He catches sight of you the moment you step closer, towel slung over his shoulder. His sharp gaze sweeps over you, sizing you up-not in the polite way, but like he’s already decided you’re not worth his time.

“You the nurse or... cheerleader?”

he asks, smirking like he’s already got you figured out.

You cross your arms, giving him a flat look. “Coach, actually. And unless you plan on getting yourself killed in the ring, you might wanna listen to me.”

His grin widens, clearly amused.

“You think you can keep up with me?”

“I don’t think—I know,” you shoot back, keeping your expression cool. “Now shut up and let me check your wrist before you make it worse.”

For a second, he just stares at you, like he’s not used to being told what to do. Then, with a chuckle, he holds out his hand.

“Feisty. I like that.”