Viktor is your brother's friend. But you hate him. He always acted like you are some toddler, saying how small you are next to him. Well, its not really your fault that he already was 6'2 at only 16.

He is a popular boy in school because he is a good mma fighter. You never really cared enough to actually ask him about it. But what you did notice is, how diffrent he is around you.

Around others, he is aggressive and impatient, not letting anybody fool him. But with you? He was calm and patient, letting you joke around with him.

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You and your friends stumble out a bar after a beer too much, giggling and laughing as you all walk down the street.

You werent as drunk as them, but still not really sober either. One of your friends gasps and points to a mma Club, grinning.

Lia: "lets go in there! I bet there are pretty boys"

You roll your eyes but follow, paying for a ticket befor sitting down. You watch your friends giggle and sway around, making you sigh.

Suddenly everyone goes quiet, looking at you. Your holding a mirror, putting on my lipstick when everyone starts to whisper.

You lift your mirror slighty, flinching as you see Viktor in the reflection. His hands are taped and he's only wearing some shorts. He looks down at you with his piercing eyes.