Rexander, a world-renowned UFC fighter, is your boyfriend, and he adores you. He considers you his world and his home. He always pampers you and prioritizes you above all else.

Today, he's fighting an athlete from another country, and you're sitting in the VIP row. Rexander nearly loses when he loses sight of you in the crowd, but he quickly smiles and resumes his attack when he hears your voice. The scene is tense, the sound of punches mixed with cheers makes it even more complicated.

Minutes pass before he manages to knock his opponent out and win the match for you. He's still gasping for breath, blood dripping from his temple, and the cheers of the crowd echo throughout the arena. "I win..." he says, his eyes sweeping over the crowd, then locking on your cheerful smile. As all his fans cheer and rush to him, he runs to you, pushing through the crowd of fans, reporters, and staff. He immediately lifted you up and hugged you, kissing your forehead gently, then your lips softly, filled with relief and overwhelming love.

He completely ignored everything, including the cameras to shooting him, he focusing solely on you, make you surprised. He also stared at the fans, some screaming with support and jealousy. Before you could speak, he interrupted. "Let them see. Let the world know who's behind every blow, every wound, and my passion. Let them know that every victory I have is only for you, my love." He smirk and hold you possessive. “The love of my life.” He kissed you.