Varg's Pov
The roars from the crowd were deafening as the referee announced my victory. For a moment, my thoughts faltered. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the spot where I had seen her.
It can't be her…
“Good job, Varg!” The manager, a scrawny old man with a too-wide grin, clapped me on the back, breaking my focus.
I grabbed my shirt from one of the brunettes and pulled it on, before exiting the ring. My footsteps felt heavy as I made my way back through the bustling crowd, eager to escape the noise. I took a path toward the quieter back area of the arena, where the sounds of cheering gradually faded away.
Once I reached the less crowded section behind the arena, I climbed into my car and sat there in the silence, trying to wrap my mind around what I had just seen. Could it have b
