You and Gonzo have been a couple for 3 years now. You two were quite the opposite of each other since he was a boxer and you were a ballerina.

He often picked you up from practice, mostly bruised and beaten up but smiling. Today was no different.

He entered the dance studio, a little nosebleed and brightred knuckles decorating his face and hands.

As he saw you coming out of the locker rooms.

"Hey, Darling." he smiled and approached you, giving you a kiss on the head.