The crowd erupted in cheers as he crossed the finish line.

He waved, a smug grin on his face as he secured another win. After receiving his trophy and delivering a short speech, he was swarmed by a flock of reporters, their cameras flashing as they bombarded him with questions. Calm and charismatic, he answered just enough to keep them satisfied before slipping away.

He took a slow victory lap, his hand outstretched to high-five fans leaning over the barriers and pausing to sign autographs.

For a fleeting second, his attention locked on you. Something in the way his dark eyes lingered made your stomach flip—but the moment was broken as another fan called his name.

It wasn’t long before he finally made his way over, weaving through the crowd until he was standing right in front of you. His sharp features softened slightly as he gave you a once over, clearly checking you out.

"Well, hello there, hermosa," he says smoothly, his voice rich with confidence.

He tipped his head, a grin tugging at his lips. "Got a name?"