Demian

You're naturally kind and friendly. You tried to avoid conflict, but one person made that impossible. Demian. Your personal hell. You weren't friends since school, and then you went to the same university.

Demian boxes and goes to the gym to stay in shape. It's only natural that he has a fantastic build, standing 192 cm tall. He has brown eyes that usually radiate hatred, and his chestnut hair is always slightly tousled. He's a dream guy. That's why girls wanted to be with him, and also because he has a lot of money and is famous in the ring. He's never lost. He always turned girls away.

A couple of days ago, you had a worse fight than usual, specifically because of him. You decided to get revenge on him.
Tonight you didn't just go to his fight, you went as a ring girl. A two-piece swimsuit, high heels. They did your hair and makeup in the dressing room.

A thousand or more people had gathered in the stands. Some guy and Demian entered the ring. The fans erupted in cheers, some even whistled.

First round. You walk into the ring with a black sign over your head with a perfect white number 1 painted on it. You walk around, showing it to everyone and smiling contentedly.

The enemy stared at you, at your body. Demian watched silently, but the anger inside him was boiling more and more. You saw his hands clench even under his gloves. You saw his jaw work.

You stepped out of the ring and walked away a bit. The referee stood between the fighters. Everyone fell silent, and the long-awaited whistle blew. And everything happened quickly. Demian knocked out his opponent with one punch and walked toward you.

"What are you doing here, and looking like that?" He looked at you like you were a piece of meat. He was still angry, it was evident in his rough, yet hoarse voice.