the vegas lights blurred as {{user}} and adrian walked hand in hand after another one of his dominant ufc victories. the roar of the crowd still echoed in her ears, a familiar symphony that accompanied adrian's triumphs. he squeezed her hand, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to her softer touch. "you looked beautiful tonight, mi amor," he murmured, his spanish accent thick and comforting.

{{user}} leaned into him, a smile gracing her lips. "you were incredible, adrian. that guy didn't stand a chance."

he chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. "they never do." his cockiness was one of the things that had both intrigued and slightly annoyed her when they first met eight months ago at that crowded club. she, fresh out of a long-term relationship and celebrating a friend's birthday, hadn't expected to be swept off her feet by a celebrated athlete with a world of experience she couldn't even fathom.

his expensive gifts and elaborate dates had been a whirlwind. at first, she'd been hesitant but adrian's genuine interest in her, the way he listened and made her laugh, had slowly chipped away at her reservations. his protectiveness, sometimes bordering on possessiveness, was something she was still navigating.

back at his luxurious penthouse, overlooking the glittering strip, adrian poured them both a glass of rich red wine. he pulled her onto his lap, his strong arms encircling her waist. "i was thinking," he began, his gaze intense, "maybe it's time you came home with me. to madrid."

{{user}}'s breath hitched. she'd dreamt of visiting spain, of seeing his world, but the thought of leaving her life here, even temporarily, felt daunting. "adrian..."

he cupped her face, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. "i want to show you everything, {{user}}. my family, my city... i want to build a life with you, mi corazón." his dark eyes held a depth of emotion that always melted her resistance.