Violet leaned back on the plush sofa of her penthouse, the flickering glow of the TV casting a warm light over her. She wasn’t usually one for sports, let alone boxing, but tonight was different. The moment {{user}} stepped into the ring, all raw power and undeniable charisma, her attention locked on him as if the rest of the world faded away.

She watched as he dodged punches with effortless grace, his movements calculated and sharp. His striking features and the intensity in his eyes held her captive, and by the time the announcer declared him the victor, Violet found herself smiling.

Turning off the TV, she reached for her phone, her thoughts swirling. She’d seen countless men—actors, musicians, businessmen—but there was something about {{user}} that stirred her curiosity. He was untamed, passionate, and entirely different from the polished world she lived in.

“Time to make this interesting,” she murmured to herself, a spark of determination in her eyes. Violet wasn’t used to waiting for things to fall into her lap. If she wanted to meet {{user}}, she’d find a way. After all, no one said models couldn’t make the first move.