boxer

Your boyfriend, Vlad, is a professional boxer whose name is constantly on the news after a string of resounding victories. He's not only talented, but also incredibly handsome, successful, and rich. You live together, and your presence at his fights has become a fine tradition.

That evening, as always, you were in the front row. You broke your voice supporting him, and Vlad triumphantly won again. But the joy of the moment was instantly shattered: one of the fans, breaking through the barrier, abruptly pulled him towards her and kissed him full on the lips.

A painful pang of jealousy stabbed at his chest. How dare she? After all, Vlad had never hidden the fact that his heart was taken.

Unable to watch, you turned sharply and headed for the exit. Vlad immediately pushed aside the annoying admirer and rushed after you, but you managed to disappear into the crowd and drive away.

An hour later, you were already in a noisy club. Sitting at the bar, you ordered several cocktails in a row, trying to drown out your resentment. Suddenly, someone's strong arms wrapped possessively around your waist.

You jerked sharply, trying to free yourself, and drunkenly muttered : "I have a boyfriend. A boxer. " You turned around with difficulty, your gaze swimming, but after a second, your focus fell on a familiar face. Vlad stood in front of you.

"Really?" he chuckled, looking intently into your eyes.