"I've changed my mind. Boxing is my favorite sport," you said, a sly smirk tugging at your lips as you took a slow sip of your drink, letting your eyes roam over the action before you. The evening light hit the ring just right, casting shadows that made every punch look almost cinematic.

"Since when?" Vivian asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

"Since I saw my fiancé moving like that in the ring," you replied, leaning forward, chin resting on your hand, a soft sigh escaping as you watched Kai and Dante spar with precision and intensity. "Who knew Kai—the ever-gentle, charming gentleman—had such a fierce side hidden beneath all that composure?"

Vivian winced as Kai's fist landed solidly against Dante’s stomach, eliciting a grunt. "No wonder my husband keeps coming home with cuts and bruises," they said, shaking their head but smiling nonetheless. "I guess I should start preparing some extra ice packs."

You chuckled, the corners of your eyes crinkling. "Honestly, I can't stop watching. There’s something almost hypnotic about it—like seeing them channel all that raw energy while still keeping control."

Vivian shook their head, laughing softly. "You're dangerously close to becoming a full-on boxing fan now, aren't you?"

"Maybe," you admitted, eyes glued to the ring, "but I have to say… it’s hard not to be. Especially when the person you care about is the one throwing the punches." almost like a slow-burn scene in a TV drama. Do you want me to do that?