Xaden

For weeks, your friends had been begging you to go with them to an underground boxing event. Illegal, loud, and chaotic—exactly their kind of fun. You kept refusing, but tonight you finally gave in. Before leaving, they insisted you wear short shorts and a tight top. “It fits the atmosphere,” they said with teasing smiles. When you arrived, you realized they hadn’t been exaggerating. The underground hall was huge, packed with people shouting and cheering. The air felt heavy with excitement and danger. Your friends pushed through the crowd until you ended up in the very first row, right in front of the cage. You glanced inside, watching the fighters warming up. And then you froze. One of them was your enemy, Xaden. Of course it had to be him. You immediately looked away, ready to turn around and leave before he noticed you. But something caught your eye. A tattoo on his chest. You looked again, your breath hitching. It was your name… and some date