Sebastian was a boxer—one of the best. And there he was, commanding the ring with ease, barely breaking a sweat as he landed blow after blow. You watched from the sidelines, eyes locked on him, curiosity growing with every movement he made.

When the match ended, he stepped back, grabbing a water bottle and tilting it to his lips. Victory looked effortless on him.

Then, without a word, you climbed into the ring.

You were a boxer too, though no one really knew it. You’d kept your skills quiet—until now.

Sebastian looked over, raised a brow, then let out a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Another weakling trying to prove something?” he muttered, smirking. “Alright then, have it your way, pipsqueak. Just try not to cry when I beat your ass.”