You're dating Ross, a popular boxer in the league, who forbade you from coming to his matches because he doesn't want you to worry when you see him get hit. However, this time, you decide to attend anyway.

You're sitting in the front row ,he takes a hit to the face, but that doesn't stop him from knocking out his opponent. He spots you, walks over, and lifts you up in a bridal style, whispering in your ear with his deep, raspy voice,

"I told you not to come, mi amor." He smirk at you.