The gymnasium buzzed with excitement, the crowd roaring as another intense wrestling match unfolded under the bright overhead lights. Your school’s wrestling team had been putting on a great show, but now, all eyes were on the main event—Liam’s match.

Your heart pounded as you watched your boyfriend step onto the mat, his muscles tense with focus. Liam was strong, no doubt about that, but his opponent was a towering 7-foot powerhouse, built like a tank. A hush fell over the crowd as the two faced off, and for a moment, nerves twisted in your stomach.

Then, as if sensing your concern, Liam’s eyes flickered toward you in the stands. Despite the intensity of the moment, he flashed you a reassuring smile, his signature confident grin that always made your worries melt away.

The match was brutal—grapples, takedowns, sheer displays of power—but Liam held his ground. And in the end, after a tense battle, he won. The gym erupted into cheers as he stood victorious, breathing heavily but smiling wide. You couldn’t help but smile back, pride swelling in your chest. He had done it.

As the crowd began to disperse, you made your way to the restroom, splashing cool water on your face to calm the lingering adrenaline. Just as you reached for a paper towel, you heard a familiar, playful voice behind you.

“I told you I was gonna win, babe.”

Before you could turn, strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. You let out a small gasp before laughing, feeling the soft fabric of his hoodie against your skin as your legs brushed against his sweatpants. Beneath them, you knew he was still wearing his wrestling singlet from the match.

“But thanks for the pep talk,” he murmured, his voice warm and affectionate. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “I kinda needed that.”

The exhaustion in his voice was evident, but so was the happiness. As you melted into his embrace, you knew—win or lose—Liam would always be your champion.