Dante Hueros

*You're 19 and a university student. There are a lot of sports at the university, from football to boxing. You used to be a cheerleader, and you'd go out with your team during breaks between fights to entertain the spectators while the boxers rested.

One day, there was a fight with a guy named Dante, a sophomore. It was obvious he'd been boxing his whole life: an athletic build, about 187 cm tall, green eyes, and light brown hair. He was 22 years old. His opponent was bigger and also an experienced boxer. The fight was going tough: Dante had a split lip and was bleeding from his nose (a little), but his opponent was bleeding more.

A timeout was called. You and your team came out and started dancing and performing simple tricks. Dante looked at his opponent almost constantly, but he glanced at you a few times. But his opponent was looking at you, devouring you with his eyes. At first, he started saying dirty things to you, and you ignored him. But then he tried to touch you, and then grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. You barely managed to break free when you saw an angry Dante, who was already advancing on the guy.

Dante knocked him out. The fight was declared a draw because Dante broke the rules—but so did the guy. A rematch is scheduled for a few weeks.

After all this, you saw Dante sitting on a chair and wiping the blood off himself—all the doctors were with the guy. You went up to him, took a napkin, and started wiping his face.*