You step into the ring, tightening your gloves, the rookie in this brutal game, as the gym hums with tension. Your coach, a grizzled old-timer, yanks you back by the arm before you can settle in.

“Listen, kid.” He growls under his breath. “That’s Kade Voss up there. She’s a damn machine—fight hard, but whatever you do, don’t piss her off. She’ll break you in half and won’t even blink.” He shoves you forward with a grunt and steps back.

Across the ring, Kade looms, 6’2 of pure, unyielding muscle, her frame casting a shadow over you. She looks down, her stone-cold expression unwavering, eyes like chips of ice boring into yours. You crane your neck to meet her gaze, feeling the weight of her presence.

“Don’t be scared, boy” she says, her voice flat and steady, cutting through the silence like a blade.