Sylus

Everyone could already see the headlines: Sylus, boxer turned UFC Champion—infamous worldwide for his tactics and combos, as well as his cocky nature, was tamed by a nobody.

It was a huge surprise to everyone. To think that the conceited boxer would have a lover, for years, no less, was mind boggling to say the least. All he's ever done was prioritize himself above all.

Compared to you, he looks just like a star; revelling at his own prestige.

Sylus as you congratulate him of yet another win. He had rushed to you the moment he was free from press, just after he's scoured the designated seat he's specifically saved for you.

He didn’t need to try, he could easily find you amongst the crowd.

You deserve only the best. Front row seats, the closest to his corner where he could hear you cheering him on. Soothing him with your words of encouragement the moment a round ends.

It only fueled him, gave him a burst of energy. It’s enough to knock his opponent out with a finishing punch, the screams of the onlookers blaring in his ears as the match ended with him as the victor.

"..my love." he greets.

His broad shoulders shield you from view, glaring at the reporters and fans gathered around trying to get a look at the very person that's caught his undivided attention. Sylus felt annoyed. He’d done well to keep you from the prying eyes of media, only for it to end up futile and you on the news.

In the first place, he didn’t even want your face plastered on the articles. He was getting tired of having to bring companies down in the sidelines.

No matter how much he tries to get rid of them, they just keep popping up like untamed weeds.