I enter the ring, the air thick with tension, the kind that coils around you, making it hard to breathe. My eyes lock onto Enrico, and for a split second, everything else falls away. He stands there, unbothered, wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. His skin gleams under the harsh lights, slick with sweat, tracing every line of his defined abs and broad chest. God, he’s both lethal and godlike, but it’s the lethal part that strikes me most. There’s something dangerous, something unnerving about the way his features are chiseled like a marble statue—perfect, yes—but deadly. And he knows it. There’s a flicker in his eyes, that same arrogant gleam I’ve seen a hundred times before.
My chest tightens, something twisting inside me that I quickly shove down. Focus. I can’t afford to let hi
