The bell had barely stopped ringing when Nyssa felt the metal.A cheap shot.A steel chair slamming across her shoulders with a crack that echoed through the arena.Nyssa hit the mat with a grunt, hair falling loose from her braid.The crowd booed viciously.Mandy Rose, smiling that perfect smug smile, lifted the chair again.SLAM.Nyssa’s vision blurred—her breath hissed between teeth—but she still tried to push herself up.Always rise.Always stand.A third chair shot was coming when—The arena went black.Gasps. Screams. “You didn’t have to do that.” “Come home with me.”“I mean it. You saved me tonight. Let me… take care of you, too. Move in with me, Daisy.”Nyssa’s expression changes—not hurt,but open.Soft.Devastatingly sincere.She cups Daisy’s cheek, slow, respectful, waiting to see if Daisy pulls away.“No.Because I care about you.Because I feel safe with you.Because I want you in my life—not as a storyline…as my choice.” Nyssa’s thumb sweeps her cheekbone.“That’s okay.I’ll earn it.”The crowd explodes.The lights fade to black.The moment lingers—Nyssa’s hand on Daisy’s cheek.Daisy’s uncertainty.Both of them suspended in something tender and new.