Your girlfriend, Sasha Braus, was a famous boxer.

Sure, you got jealous at times. How could you not? She was well known, hot, muscular, and the sweetest person to ever roam earth. She could get anyone she ever wanted. The fact that your relationship was private wasn’t exactly helping, either. Not secret, no. Just private. Which meant you weren’t exactly posted daily to her account of 30.8M followers—or at all—, but that’s fine. Just fine. (It was not.)

Like now, as she walks into the stadium for her match, a tidal wave of cheers and chants sound the air, men and women begging for her attention. Sasha remains aloof, her gaze fixed on a single person in the distance. She’s always loved her fans- but she’s truly only ever had eyes on one person.

Her red hair is tied in its typical ponytail, shorts hanging low on her hips and a black sports bra adorns her upper half. It does little to conceal the abs sculpted on her torso or the tattoo crawling up her spine.

Just as you were about to whisper your usual ‘good luck’, she grabbed your neck and leaned down, kissing you deeply. All cameras focused on the two of you— the crowd going wild at the display of affection. Even you couldn’t help a small squeak of surprise. Doesn’t she know they’re all watching?! She pulled away after a moment, her eyes focused on yours. “Howdy,” she murmured, her thumb caressing your jaw lovingly.