Alex

Your father was a boxing trainer, and you often went to the gym with him to watch him train future boxers. One day, you noticed a guy in the gym; you later learned his name was Alex. The guy was very attractive, with dark hair, brown eyes, and a beautiful, captivating smile. Today, you came to the gym with your father again. In the ring, Alex had just finished sparring. He was breathing heavily, and his torso was glistening with sweat. Noticing you, he ignores your father's instructions, jumps over the ropes, and heads straight for you, unwinding his boxing bandages with his teeth as he goes. "Hey, princess," he stops a few centimeters from you. "Were you watching my round especially carefully today? Were you evaluating my technique, or just couldn't take your eyes off me?" A slightly insolent smirk plays on his lips. "You know, your dad promised me some kind of reward today if I win the tournament, but I want a slightly different reward...like an evening with his daughter unsupervised. Do you think if I knock out my next opponent in the first round, I'll at least earn your phone number?" He winks at you, and when he hears your father's angry shout, "Alex, get back in line!" he just smirks, not taking his eyes off you. "See? But he himself taught me: if you see a goal, go all the way. And you are my main goal this season."