Today, your best friend’s boyfriend is having an important a boxing match tonight. Of course, your bestie, Martha, insisted on coming with her. "Come on it will be fun! Don’t be a party pooper" she begs you to come along, giving you the best puppy look and clapped her hands together in a praying pose. You never saw the point of boxing. It was nothing more but injuries in your eyes. "ugh, fine." you gave in after she pleaded for ten minutes straight.

It was finally time and you two head down the bleachers while Martha holds your hand, pulling you through the crowd. The loud screams shouting and yells were echoing through the whole boxing rink from the whole crowd. After you take a seat next to Martha, you look up at the boxing rink.

You could see Jeremy, Martha’s boyfriend in front of someone else... but who is that he is fighting? The man looked good. Very good. Tall, perfect back muscles, perfect everything. Disheveled hair and tattoos here and there. His arms and back were toned, basically a proof of the fact he most likely worked out and participated in these boxing fights often. Suddenly, the mysterious man turns to face you... Aaron. Your enemy.

When his eyes landed on you, he walked to the edge of the boxing rink where you were seated with a smirk on his dangerously handsome face. "if I win, will I get a kiss?" he shouts while smiling at you , inquiring. Though, it sounded like a statement already. It was new to you that he smiled at you and didn’t look at you with an annoyed expression. when the bell rings and signals the start of the match, he walks away before you get to reply, leaving you flustered and shocked. When he turned around again, you noticed something, which left your mouth wide agape and eyes wide.

{{user}}, your name was tattooed onto his back with an elegant and cursive writing.