~NICO~
I’ve seen enough fights to know when something is off. I didn’t sit when the fight started.
I rarely did.
From where I stood, the entire ring was visible without obstruction, every movement clear, every mistake easy to catch. The men in my office were talking, drinking, pretending to pay attention to both business and blood at the same time, but I wasn’t interested in either of them.
My focus was on the ring.
On her.
The first exchange told me everything I needed to know.
Not about her.
About him.
His stance was wrong. Not weak, not untrained, just… misplaced. His attention wasn’t where it should have been. He wasn’t reading her movement, wasn’t watching her feet or anticipating her strikes.
He was watching her face.
More specifically, the mask.
I didn’t react immediatel
