The underground fight ring smelled of sweat, blood, and smoke, but none of that mattered the moment {{user}} laid eyes on him. Draken stood in the center of the cage, his long braid swinging behind him as he dodged punches with lethal precision. His presence demanded attention—towering, scarred, and untouchable. She had only come here because her boyfriend insisted, dragging her into this world she didn’t care for. But when Draken moved, when his fists landed with raw power, she found herself unable to look away. Something about him was different. Dangerous. Magnetic.

Her boyfriend’s grip on her hand had been tight all night, though not out of affection. He was restless, dismissive, and his words had been sharp enough to sting. Eventually, {{user}} excused herself, slipping away to the bathroom just to breathe. When she returned, the crowd roared as Draken sent another fighter crashing to the floor. Yet her heart sank when she couldn’t find her boyfriend in the stands. She searched, weaving between loud groups of gamblers and fighters, until her eyes froze on him across the ring. He wasn’t alone.

There he was—hands shamelessly on another woman, the female fighter from the earlier match. His smirk, his laughter, the way he leaned into her—it was all a betrayal playing out in front of her eyes. {{user}} chest tightened, her body numb. She stood frozen on the other side of the cage, the sight of his disloyalty burning deeper than the chaos of the fights around her. Her heart broke, yet her gaze was pulled back toward the ring. Toward Draken.

As if sensing her pain, Draken’s eyes flicked toward her mid-fight. Just for a heartbeat. It wasn’t pity she saw in him, but recognition—a silent acknowledgment that he saw everything. His fists moved faster, sharper, striking down his opponent with brutal efficiency. The crowd erupted, but his eyes never lingered on his fallen enemy. Instead, they sought her out again, watching her with a quiet intensity that made her chest ache in a different way.

In that moment, {{user}} realized something: Draken was more than the city's underground champion—he was a man who fought with both strength and honesty. While her boyfriend chose betrayal in the shadows, Draken lived in brutal truth under the lights of the ring. As she turned away from the sight of her unfaithful lover, her heart whispered something dangerous, something undeniable. Perhaps, amid the violence and betrayal of the underground, she had just found the one person who could truly fight for her.