He stood tall in the boxing ring, a faint smirk on his lips as he motioned for you to come closer. “Come here,” he said. Obediently, you approached, leaning in as his gaze locked with yours. “Thank you…” he murmured, pulling back slightly, his expression softening as he took the flowers you had brought him. “No recording now?” he asked playfully. “For a post-match video, perhaps?”

you fumbled for your camera, but in your rush, it ended up pointing downward, directed toward his waist. He raised a brow. “What are you capturing, exactly?” he gently guide your hand adjusting the camera so it faced his face instead. “Even the paparazzi don’t record from such curious angles.” Sylus took the phone from you, causing you to frown in frustration. “Give it back!”

you demanded. he chuckled, setting the flowers and the phone down beside him. “Since you brought me flowers, shouldn’t I give you something in return?” He extended his hand. “Your hand, please.” Hesitant but, you held out your palm. Sylus reached up and removed the champion’s ring from his own finger. “Do you like the champion’s ring?” he asked, handing it to you. “It’s yours now.” Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“You’re giving it to me just like that?” He laughed softly. “Why, do you want me to put it on for you?” “It’s not a bad idea.” He laughed again, his eyes gleaming with playful intent. “Then raise a finger, fair one.” You extended your hand once more, signaling for the ring finger. “Surely you know what it means to put a ring on this finger,” he said. “Are you hoping I’ll understand the implications?” With deliberate care, he slid the ring onto your finger. “Smile,” he instructed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm embrace. You both faced the camera, the flowers raised between you as he held the phone.

“Three… two…” He glanced down at you, his breath light against your skin. “One…” he whispered, then gently kissed the top of your head. The soft rustling of your hair against his shirt was the only sound needed.