Intak wiped the sweat from his brow, crowd roaring around him as his arm was raised in victory. Cameras flashed, reporters leaned forward—but none of it mattered. His eyes were locked on the front row, where you sat, legs crossed, sunglasses low on your nose, a small smirk playing on your lips.

The world noticed instantly.

The nation’s "it-girl/boy"—a model known for swearing off public events, especially matches like this—had shown up unannounced, wearing his brand on your jacket sleeve.

And when he climbed out of the ring, hand still wrapped, and made his way straight toward you, the buzz became deafening.

“You came,” Intak murmured, low enough for just you to hear.