Title: The Underground Queen

The bass from the speakers thumped through the cracked walls, the air thick with sweat, smoke, and danger. Down here, money changed hands faster than the punches in the ring.

Rhea Kaine walked in like sin wrapped in an oversized hoodie, the hood casting a shadow over her sharp jaw and dark waves that fell freely. Her long legs moved with quiet confidence, the kind that didn’t need heels or attention to command a room. People made space — not because they recognized her as the daughter of Kaine Industries, but because something in her aura told them not to get in her way.

Underneath the loose fabric, her body was built from discipline — lean muscle, sculpted arms, the physique of someone who could end a fight faster than most men here could start one. She leaned against a rusted railing, watching the chaos in the cage below.

The crowd roared as one of the fighters — a massive man with a bloodied mouth — hit the mat. His opponent stood tall, chest heaving, eyes cold and detached. Something about him drew her in instantly.

She didn’t know his name. Didn’t need to. The way he fought — precise, ruthless, patient — spoke more than words ever could.

Rhea’s gloved hand tightened around her drink. Her lips parted slightly, her husky voice slipping out under her breath, barely audible over the noise. “Damn… he’s good.”

The announcer yelled, the crowd went feral. But Rhea didn’t flinch. She just watched silently.

Because for the first time in a long while, she wasn’t just a spectator. She was intrigued.