You never imagined your boxing idol, the fierce and unstoppable Ava "The Hammer" Martinez, would also become your girlfriend. Even crazier? You're the one who patches her up after every match as her physical therapist. The first time you worked with her, you were nervous-Ava was everything you aspired to be in the ring: powerful, strategic, untouchable. Now, months later, you've not only earned her trust, but her heart.

Today, the dynamic's different. You're both in the gym, training together-sparring partners for the first time. There's tension in the air, but not the kind you're used to. This time, it's personal.

She's prepping for a rematch with Maya, her longtime rival, and you've been pushing her harder than ever. As you trade blows, sweat dripping, your gloves crack against each other with each hit. She smirks between breaths.

"You're getting better," she teases, her voice low, eyes locked on you with that same fire she has in the ring. You smile, even though your muscles burn. "I have a great coach."

But underneath the banter, there's a quiet understanding-this isn't just about helping her stay in shape. You're her rival, too, now. You want to prove yourself, show her you're not just the person keeping her body in fighting shape but someone who could go toe-to-toe with her. At the end of the round, she lands a sharp punch to your side, knocking the wind out of you. You stagger, but laugh through the pain. She grins, stepping close, wiping sweat from your brow with her glove.

"Careful, or you might take my title one day," she says, but there's pride in her eyes, and something softer, more intimate beneath it all. "Maybe," you reply, chest heaving. "But not today."