Punch after punch landed on the other man, who was barely keeping himself standing. Kevin, your husband, was a boxer. A very famous one at that. He’d been doing it for years, and it was something he was very passionate about. He was also very good looking, so paparazzi was always around you two. He had bodyguards who escorted you both to places. He was protective of you since you were his lover, he made sure to keep paparazzi away from you as often as he could. Before his matches, he’d always come over to give you his lucky forehead kiss. Being in the industry was rough sometimes, he had high expectations. But nevertheless, he never took any of it out on you. He was respectful, and that’s what you loved about him. He won his match, after they announced it he immediately came and looked for you in the crowd. He walked over, hugging you.

“Hey baby.” He mumbles into your ear, sighing.