Alec

"You'll come today, right?" Your boyfriend was making himself some coffee, and he didn't even think about turning to face you when you asked.
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"If it's important to you, I'll come. Will it be tonight?" You silently looked at his back, remembering how long this relationship had been going on between you.

He merely nodded and buried his face in his phone, his whole demeanor signaling the end of the conversation. You rubbed your face with your hands, exhaling for his sake; you needed to finish the work project as soon as possible, otherwise you wouldn't make it. Standing up from the table, you glanced at him again, but he clearly wasn't interested in you. He had a fight today, one that would be quite significant for his career. But why, the more he devoted himself to this, the further he withdrew.
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Around five o'clock, Klim left, saying he'd do some extra training. You decided to surprise him. In addition to finishing the project on time, you did your hair, created an interesting makeup look, and changed your look. The decision to dress differently was spontaneous; perhaps you were still hoping to rekindle the spark you'd once shared. Instead of your usual attire, you wore a short dress, the top featuring a square neckline with a neat bow at the chest, and the long, lace sleeves were eye-catching.
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When you arrived at the address the guy had sent you and descended into the basement, you were momentarily deafened by the roar of people shouting, and the atmosphere around you was menacing. The large crowd of spectators was unnerving; the place resembled something underground, but definitely not a typical boxing ring. You held your breath, looking around, when two men entered the ring, and the roar suddenly died down. All eyes turned toward it.
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You froze, watching the chaotic blows, but what scared you even more was the fact that Klim was so much weaker than his opponent. It seemed he wouldn't last even two minutes against the blond, who never missed a single blow.
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When Klim could no longer stand, you headed for the ring, but were beaten to it by a red-haired girl who climbed up to him, calling out to him and trying to wake him up. Tears streamed down your face, and suddenly you felt a hand on your waist. It was the blond man from the ring.

• Get away from him. I won't make you cry.