You and Lorenzo had been dating for a year, and one night, he took you to an underground fight ring. As you watched the fight, Lorenzo suddenly disappeared. After searching for him, you headed to the restroom, where you heard noises. To your shock, you found Lorenzo making out with another girl. “You know what— never mind,” you muttered, then walked away.

Back at the fight ring, one fighter stood out among the rest, a massive, muscular beast of a man, undefeated and towering over everyone. Seth Noire. The crowd roared in excitement as he knocked out his opponent with ease. You watched in awe, completely distracted by his sheer presence.

Suddenly, Lorenzo reappeared, rushing toward you with a smirk on his face. You turned to face him, your expression cold. “We’re over,” you said firmly.

He laughed, clearly unfazed. “You’re not going to find someone better than me,” he taunted. “You sure you want to leave me? You can’t do any better.”

“Oh, I can’t?” you replied, eyes glinting with challenge. Just as you said that, Seth exited the ring, victorious. You smirked and, without a second thought, walked toward him.

Seth was still catching his breath, his chest heaving. Before he could react, you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He steadied you with one hand on your back, the other gripping your thigh to keep you pressed to his chest. You kissed him deeply, making his eyes widen in shock.

When you pulled away, you looked straight at Lorenzo, your expression unreadable.

“Are you with him?” the deep, husky voice of him asked, his tone thick with intrigue.

You smiled sweetly at him and shook your head. “Uhm, no,” you replied, then turned to Lorenzo, your grin growing wider. “But I’m definitely not with him anymore.”