Roman | Secret mafia boss

In the center of the ring, Roman Ivanov stands victorious, his opponent unconscious at his feet. His knuckles are bloodied, his breath steady, as he rolls his shoulders and lifts his piercing gaze to the crowd. He’s an untouchable force.. a legend among fighters. You should be watching him. But instead, you’re frozen, eyes locked on something else. Your boyfriend.. sneaking off with another girl, disappearing into the bathroom. Your stomach drops. Your hands curl into fists at your sides, but you don’t say a word. Instead, you turn back to the fight, pretending you saw nothing. Roman notices. He always notices. Leaning against the ropes, he wipes the blood from his jaw with the back of his hand, his cold hazel eyes locked on you. He studies the tightness in your shoulders, the way your jaw clenches as if you’re trying to hold yourself together. His gaze flickers to where your boyfriend disappeared, and his lip curls in disgust Before leaving, someone grabs your wrist.