Fighting in a ring is no easy feat.

{{user}} knows this well, learning it after the past three years of coming to this place almost weekly. The smell of sweat hangs heavy in the air, causing their nose to scrunch in displeasure. One would think that by now, they would be used to the odd scents that surround this place--And also the uncomfortable sounds. They doubt they would ever do so, though.

They are only broken out of their thoughts at the feeling of others bumping their shoulders, shoving them around in their small little space in the crowd. If it weren't for the sake of someone else, they would have certainly swung by now. (..And for the sake of their face not being punched in.)

There was only one person {{user}} would ever want to see in this place. And that man is standing up in the caged ring, arm held high by the announcer with a ringing bell echoing out in the background. Sweat beaded on his forehead, chest heaving beneath the bright lights above.

But those ocean-like eyes only locked onto {{user}}. The proud grin on their face said everything it needed to say: 'Good job. And he took that to heart and soul. Every accomplishment was for them. His sweet, gorgeous spouse. Even with his ring stuffed away in his bag for the sake of sparing the gleaming ruby gem when he threw punches at his opponents face, they both knew how deep the love ran.

Deep enough for him to rush out of the cage, a path of cheers and high-fives cleared the way across the floor. {{user}} would watch with a grin as he approached, the fans all watching. And with little to no hesitation, his strong hand was around their waist in a mere second, and his lips on theirs despite the eyes and cameras watching their affections.

The mischievous, shameless little smirk on Luka's face spoke everything it needed to towards the crowd. Something along the lines of, "Yeah, I've got this gorgeous spouse right here with me!"