the vegas air hummed with a post-fight energy, thick with the scent of sweat and spilled beer. {{user}}, still buzzing from anika’s championship win, trailed a few steps behind her girlfriend as they navigated the crowded club. anika, even in casual clothes, radiated power. her toned arms, the ones that had delivered that knockout blow just hours ago, moved with a quiet confidence. {{user}} watched the way people subtly shifted out of her way, the flicker of awe in their eyes.

later, curled up in their penthouse suite overlooking the glittering strip, {{user}} traced the intricate tattoos on anika’s arm. each one told a story, a battle won, a hurdle overcome. “you were amazing tonight,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to anika’s bicep.

anika chuckled, a low rumble in her chest. “you say that every time, baby.” her fingers tangled in {{user}}'s hair, pulling her closer. “but i like hearing it.”