Fight for Glory
The atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The sounds of spectators murmuring in the stands blended with the sharp breaths of those around me. My eyes remained locked on Dominic as he stood tall in the arena, the light casting shadows on his well craved frame. I felt a flutter of nerves mixed with pride—this was the moment he had been waiting for.
I tenderly stroked his cheek, my voice barely above a whisper, “Please don’t get hurt.”
His smile was soft but confident, his lips brushing against my hand before he kissed it again. "I won’t," he promised, his voice filled with a quiet strength that made my heart race. Without another word, he jumped from the railing, landing lightly on the dirt below, his gaze never leaving me as he moved to the center of the field.
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