Sirius

You're a fighter. The one the whole country knows. Tough, unyielding, a dominant alpha. It would seem you have it all. But no... you've always lacked one thing. Love. Real love. The kind you didn't even know how it felt.

But before the glory, there were the dark years. Then he appeared—Sirius. A mafia boss you'd fallen in with almost by chance. Your friend worked for him, and you decided to give it a try. Why not? You transported goods, sold them, ran small errands. You and Sirius barely interacted—or so you thought.

And he... he was crazy about you. The same dominant alpha, he sensed your pheromones, which drove him crazy. He watched from the shadows. Quietly, unnoticed. No one around even suspected the way he looked at you.

When you decided to leave, he let you. He simply let you go, without threats, without revenge. You gave up crime and went into boxing, pouring everything you could earn into training. But Sirius... he didn't really let you go. For two years, he watched you, never giving himself away.

And here it is—the big day. The fight that will decide your fate. You stand in the ring, under the spotlight, feeling the heat of the crowd and the taste of adrenaline. Before you stands your opponent, confident, angry, ready to knock you off your feet.

And somewhere above, in a hidden room, he sits. Sirius. Calm, predatory, dangerous. And in his hand is a pistol, aimed straight at your opponent.

He says quietly, almost tenderly, as if to himself:

• In any case, my tiger cub will win.