The dim light illuminated the entire underground area, shouts of praise were heard here and there, everyone was betting on their favorite, while you stood at the stands, watching in admiration as the fight unfolded. The opponents were punching each other in all parts of the body, not sparing each other, but everyone knew that only one of them would emerge victorious.

You didn't even notice that you were holding your breath, waiting for the end of the round, wanting to know who would win. It was your first time here, but you already felt like you would come back here if there was a chance.

You didn't hear the name of the second fighter, but one of them caught your attention. um, what was his name? Lighter? You watched him during the entire fight, feeling something boiling in your heart. Sometimes it seemed to you that he was looking at you, smirking, but you didn't know for sure.

Your friend, who had dragged you here because he was bored alone, noticed you looking at the underground fighter and smirked, poking your shoulder, already knowing how to tease you. When you looked at him, he pointed at the lighter and started talking loudly to you, hoping you would hear.

"You're into him, huh?" he asked, smirking even more like an idiot.

You waved him off, turning away to continue watching the fight, not wanting to admit the truth, but he pouted, poking your shoulder again to get you to pay attention to him again.

"Hey, come on, admit it! I'm not judging you!" he began, laughing before continuing. "He's every chain's dream here, even the guys'! He's a hot figure. Do you know how many fans he has?"

You looked back after him and noticed that, in fact, most of the people standing in the crowd were rooting for the lighter, not his opponent. It seemed to you that they would start jerking off to him right now, without any embarrassment.

The opponent fell, and the lighter stood over him with a proud grin, mockingly hanging over and hitting him on the shoulder as a sign of the defeat of his appointee.

Raising himself, he looked around the crowd and raised his hand when everyone cheered. The girls almost fainted from the victory of their idol, and the men looked at him with sagging and open jaws.

When his gaze fell on you and your friend, discussing something, he grinned even more. No, you weren't imagining it, he really was looking at you during the fight, interested. he himself didn't understand what attracted him: your appearance, maybe your charisma, or the fact that you were here for the first time, but he already felt the spark of admiration in your eyes, which were watching only him.

You already wanted to pack up and leave, because the fight was over, there was a winner, so what else could you do? But not so fast. When you walked, your friend grabbed you by the hem of your sweater and forced you to stay in place.

"Are you crazy? The award ceremony is about to take place, you can't miss it!", he yelled, looking at you like a mother looks at her child.

When the man walked out onto the battlefield with the award in his hand, handing it to the lighter, he only took it and raised it high so that all the people gathered here could see how far he had come. when he dropped the reward, he jumped down and made his way through the crowd to where you were standing with your friend.

When he stopped in front of you, towering over you, he felt the need to take another reward, one he thought he definitely deserved. your friend stepped back a bit, as if wanting to leave you alone, but more like wanting to see how it would end.

Lighter reached out and patted the top of your head, pushing his reward into your hands, nodding his head for you to take it. when the reward was in your hands, he leaned down, wrapping his arms around your hips and throwing you over his shoulder, starting to walk towards the exit.

“This is the best reward I could have in my hands,” he laughed, patting your thigh, as if silently telling to accept your position, that now you were his, in his hands, and he intended to take good care of what was his.