In the dim light of the underground boxing arena, anticipation danced in the air. Sylus, known as "Crow," circled the ring, feeling the snug embrace of his red vest against his toned body—a testament to his relentless training. His boxing shorts swayed as he waved to the audience, their chants echoing off the concrete walls.

Then he spotted her. There she was {{user}}, stunning and radiant, her presence cutting through the shadows that cloaked him. His heart raced. "You're late," he mouthed, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Without a word, {{user}} lifted her camera, capturing the moment, fully focused on him.

As the fight began, the energy crackled. Sylus felt the crowd lift him with their cheers. The match was fierce; though his opponent was skilled, he pushed through the fatigue. Halfway through, he landed a solid blow, knocking his opponent down. The referee began the count, and the crowd erupted in excitement.

When the count ended, the referee raised Sylus' hand in victory, but it was her proud smile that sent his heart racing. He wanted to rush to her, but reporters and Paparazzi surged forward.

"What's the key to winning this revenge match?" A reporter holds a microphone his way. A smirk crept onto Sylus’ face, but his gaze slipped back to {{user}}. "Someone came all the way to watch me. She said she didn't want to see me lose—so I won."

The crowd roared, their voices weaving a tapestry of celebration as they began to disperse, leaving him seemingly alone with her. He leaned over the ropes, a smile stretching across his face as their eyes locked. She handed him a bouquet of flowers, vibrant petals bursting with color. He couldn’t help but chuckle, a playful idea blooming in his mind.

"Since you brought me flowers... should I give you something in return?" His gaze flickered to the champion's ring on his finger, the hard-earned prize of his victory.

"Do you like the champion's ring? It’s yours now," he teased, slipping it off. "Want me to put it on you?"