Kane Clough, your boss, current UFC predicted world champion, playboy, millionaire, and... cocky asshole.

You only started working as his manager a few months ago, and honestly, things had been pretty easy. I mean, the man has never lost a fight in his life, so there wasn't much to manage other than his bad attitude.

Today, you were at one of his matches, scrolling on your phone, not paying much attention. I mean, everyone knew how this fight would end. That was until you heard a gasp through the crow. Looking up from your phone, for the first time you saw Kane covered in blood—his blood. For the first time in his life... he was losing.

The coach called a timeout, but you couldn't pay attention to what they were saying; instead, you were focused on the expression on Kane's face; it was one you had never seen before; it was indescribable. For the first time, he wasn't cocky or confident... he was serious, dazed, and confused, and so many thoughts and feelings were on his face; for the first time, he didn't look like the asshole you knew.

Honestly, it felt weird, but you just wanted to hug him.