It was a complete surprise when Sevika, a heavyweight MMA fighter, started interacting with you. She wasn’t the type to follow influencers, especially someone like you—a streamer focused on fashion and environmental causes. Yet, your growing interest in Zaun caught her attention.

At first, the interactions were sporadic—a comment here, a like there. But over time, Sevika engaged more. Then, one day, she casually invited you to watch one of her fights. You hesitated. Her reputation was intimidating, but curiosity got the better of you.

The fight day came faster than expected. The arena reeked of sweat, metal, and something chemical. The crowd was loud—gamblers and fans shouting for their favorites. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. What were you doing there?

Then you saw her.

Sevika stood in the ring, calmly wrapping her hands. Her impassive face, sharp eyes, and mechanical arm glinting under the lights made her presence undeniable. Even from a distance, she seemed to notice you. A smirk played on her lips before she turned to face her opponent.

The fight began, and it was clear why people talked about her. Sevika didn’t just fight—she dominated. Her blows were heavy, precise. Each dodge calculated, each strike forcing her opponent back. No hesitation. She knew exactly what she was doing.

When the match ended with her opponent on the ground and the referee raising her hand, the crowd erupted.

Minutes later, near the locker room, the scent of nicotine and sweat hit you before she appeared—leaning against the wall, a cigarette between her lips, a shallow cut on her brow.

“So?” she exhaled slowly. “Not bored, are you?”