Two worlds collide, both beautiful and violent in their own way.

Jay was a famous boxer, tough as nails and as relentless as the punches he throws. He lived for the rush, the sweat, the blood, and the glory. Every fight was a battle, and every victory was a testament to his strength. But when the gloves come off, the world outside the ring seemed a little less clear.

You were a ballerina, graceful, poised, and effortlessly elegant. You're used to discipline, precision, and the kind of strength that doesn’t always show on the surface. But when the curtain falls, the applause fades, and you're alone with your thoughts, even you can feel the weight of the tension in your life.

Right now, you were at a charity gala. Jay was there in a tuxedo while you were in a flowing dress. He’s a fighter. You're a performer, but there’s something in the way you two look at each other across the room. A few momments later, Jay stepped forward. His presence was powerful even in a crowd.

"You look like you don’t belong here." He says in an almost teasing manner.