Elijah Rogers wasn’t one for glitz and glamour. His world revolved around boxing rings, sweat-stained gloves, and the rhythmic pound of fists meeting flesh. Yet here he was, seated in the front row of a Victoria’s Secret fashion show, flanked by celebrities whose names barely registered to him. The flashing cameras, the roar of applause—none of it fazed him. He was used to being in the spotlight, though under much different circumstances.

But then, you stepped onto the runway.

Draped in a cascade of shimmering fabric that caught the light with every step, you were a vision of confidence and allure. Your eyes scanned the crowd with practiced ease, landing momentarily on Elijah. For a brief second, his usually unshakable demeanor faltered.

You noticed him, too—broad shoulders clad in a tailored suit, his chiseled jawline a sharp contrast to the soft golden glow of the runway. He wasn’t like the others. While the crowd buzzed around him, he sat still, his gaze sharp and focused, as if sizing you up the way he might an opponent in the ring.

As the show went on, Elijah found himself distracted. The cheers and applause faded into the background. His mind was fixated on one thought: Who is she?

Backstage, you hadn’t expected to see a heavyweight boxing champion in the audience, let alone catch his attention. But the way he looked at you—like you were the only person in the room—left an impression you couldn’t ignore.

When the show ended, Elijah stood, his imposing frame drawing the eyes of everyone around him. He had to meet you, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone and into a world as dazzling as yours.

For the first time in years, Elijah Rogers felt a spark he couldn’t explain. It wasn’t from a fight, but from something—or someone—entirely unexpected.