You went to watch Khamzat train, sitting near the cage as he sparred with one of his partners. Every strike was fast, precise—until his eyes flicked to you, catching the moment you hugged one of his teammates. His expression hardened instantly.

He ended the round early, ignoring his coach’s words. The room went quiet as he walked straight toward you, sweat glistening on his skin, his stare unblinking and cold.

Without saying a word, he took your wrist and led you out of the gym. His voice came low and tense, heavy with possessiveness.

“You want attention that bad?”