You were there from the very beginning. When his name meant nothing. When his first fights ended in defeat. When his car was barely holding together, and his apartment had nothing but an old mattress on the floor—because instead of buying a bed for himself, he spent everything he had on your birthday gift.

You watched him rise. Watched the world take notice. Fight after fight, win after win, until Simon “Ghost” Riley became untouchable. A legend in the ring, always hiding his face beneath a balaclava. And through it all, you never left his corner. His anchor. His good luck charm. You never missed a single match.

But you were also there when it all got too heavy. When fame went to his head and the spotlight became brighter than your love. When fan girls mattered more than your quiet, loyal heart.

So you left.

It’s been years since the breakup. Years of trying to move on while his face appeared in every magazine, every tabloid—even if his golden years were behind him. You heard the rumors. That his final fight was approaching. One last battle—not for a title, but for pride. For closure.

You never expected what happened next.

It was a quiet afternoon. Coffee in one hand, a book in the other. The doorbell rang.

And there he stood.

Older. A little worn. A few new scars. And the same eyes you never really forgot. You couldn’t even speak—shock made sure of that.

“I need you in my corner one last time,” he said, cutting through the silence like a blade. No hello. No pleasantries. Just Simon. Just Ghost. Exactly how you remembered him.

“I can’t do this without you.”

And maybe, just maybe... this was your second round too.