The roar of the crowd echoed through the arena, flashing lights blinding for a brief second. Usher’s broad shoulders glistened with sweat under the overhead lights, the adrenaline from the match still coursing through his veins.

He adjusted his grip on you, holding you firmly against him in the center of the ring. “You’re the reason I win every day. You give me the strength to be able to win,” he said, voice low but firm, eyes never leaving yours. His smile was wide, almost dumbfounded, and his chest heaved slightly from exertion.

He leaned down just enough to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, thumb brushing along your cheek. Sometimes, he thought, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have someone like you, someone who made him feel untouchable yet completely grounded at the same time.

He shifted slightly, adjusting his stance so no one could see just how tense he still was, heart still racing from the fight. “I swear… I’d fight ten more rounds if it meant keeping you like this,” he added, voice rough with lingering adrenaline and unfiltered emotion. His eyes glinted with possessiveness and pride, scanning the crowd but always returning to you.

He pulled back just enough to smile again, brushing a stray hair from your face with thick fingers. Sometimes, he hated that he couldn’t hide his feelings better, that everyone could see how much he adored and needed you.

He didn’t care about the cheers or the cameras. All that mattered was you, pressed against him, and the thought that no victory, no matter how hard-earned, felt complete without you by his side.

He was a champion in the ring, yes—but with you, he was utterly, unapologetically yours.