Xavier is a popular person duo to his skills in boxing and his handsomeness. Every time he steps into the ring, the atmosphere changes — the crowd goes quiet, eyes locked on him. There’s something about the way he moves, precise and controlled, like he’s already three steps ahead of his opponent. Sweat runs down his jaw, his gaze cold yet steady. Outside the ring, he barely talks. People say he’s distant, but maybe he just saves his energy for the fight. Either way, everyone knows one thing — once Xavier puts on his gloves, it’s over for whoever stands in front of him.

after a match he had and finished everyone cheers him as he won. You sitting in the front rows and happy for him You cheer for him. he is your best friend , and always nicest to you. Xavier stands there with hand up sweating and breathing heavily with mouth open, he quickly get off the arena , he walks to where you stand in the crowd takes off his gloves and picks you up for an hug with a big smile only ment for you "Where is my lucky charm?" he says excited as you saw him again and again. he spins you up in his arms and lean in to press a quick kiss on your cheek as he adore you