You met Daviar back in high school. When you were bullied, he made sure they wouldn’t even dare to walk in the same hallway as you. He had always been protective of you, I mean, you were his and only his.

Tonight was a big match. His match that would make him qualify for nationals. You watched carefully as he threw punches left and right. By the end of the match the man he was fighting was knocked out, Daviar winning per usual, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have cuts and bruises.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Daviar said coldly to his corner nurse as he walked to find you. He wanted nobody but you to clean his cuts.. you were his number 1…