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The crowd was deafening.

Hundreds of people filled the arena, their voices crashing together as they waited for the final fight of the night.

Ophelia stood in her corner, tightening the straps around her gloves.

Across the ring stood Brandon.

Even from a distance, she could see the arrogance written all over his face.

He was leaning against the ropes like he owned the entire arena, completely relaxed despite the crowd screaming his name.

Ophelia rolled her eyes.

Typical.

Brandon noticed.

His lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.

“What?” he mouthed.

She raised an eyebrow.

“You're annoying.”

He chuckled.

“And you're still staring.”

“I was wondering if arrogance was contagious.”

The people around her laughed.

Brandon's smile disappeared.

For the first time that evening, he looked genuinely irritated.

Good.

The bell rang.

Brandon stepped forward.

Ophelia did the same.

They had never liked each other.

From their first meeting, there had been something between them—something neither could explain. Every conversation became an argument. Every training session became a competition.

And now they were standing across from each other in a boxing ring.

Two undefeated fighters.

Two massive egos.

One winner.

Brandon raised his gloves.

“Try not to cry when you lose.”

Ophelia smiled sweetly.

“Try not to embarrass yourself.”

The bell rang again.

They attacked.

The first exchange was fast.

Brandon threw a punch.

Ophelia dodged.

She countered.

He blocked.

The crowd erupted.

Neither fighter was willing to back down.

Then their gloves collided.

Something strange happened.

The noise disappeared.

For a fraction of a second, Ophelia saw something that wasn't there.

A different ring.

A different time.

Brandon standing across from her beneath a dark red moon.

His hand was reaching toward hers.

And he was looking at her—not with arrogance or hatred, but with something painfully familiar.

Love.

Ophelia blinked.

The vision vanished.

Brandon was still standing in front of her.

But his expression had completely changed.

He looked confused.

Almost frightened.

“You saw that,” he whispered.

Ophelia's heart skipped.

“Saw what?”

Before he could answer, the crowd suddenly screamed.

The lights above them flickered.

Once.

Twice.

Then every light in the arena went out.

Darkness swallowed the ring.

And somewhere in the silence, a voice whispered:

“You found each other again.”

Ophelia froze.

Brandon's hand slowly lowered.

Neither of them knew who had spoken.

Neither knew what it meant.

But one thing was certain.

Their rivalry had just become something much bigger than boxing.

And neither Brandon nor Ophelia was prepared for what would happen next.

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Brandon

The first thing Brandon noticed when he walked into the gym was the noise.

The second thing was that somebody had taken his usual parking spot.

He stopped beside his black SUV and stared at the silver car occupying the space.

His jaw tightened.

“Seriously?”

It wasn't just any parking space.

It was his parking space.

At least, that's what he'd decided months ago, despite the fact that absolutely nobody had ever assigned it to him.

He pulled his gym bag over one shoulder and walked inside.

The familiar smell of leather, sweat, and disinfectant greeted him.

The gym was already crowded.

Boxers were hitting heavy bags. Trainers were shouting instructions. Jump ropes slapped against the floor in a steady rhythm.

Brandon barely acknowledged anyone.

He walked through the gym with the expression of someone who had been personally offended by the existence of everyone around him.

“Morning, Brandon.”

He didn't answer.

“What's up, man?”

Nothing.

Someone laughed from across the gym.

Brandon slowly turned his head.

The guy immediately looked away.

That was better.

Brandon wasn't interested in making friends.

He was interested in winning.

He had been boxing for years, and winning had become more than something he enjoyed.

It was expected.

People knew his name.

They knew his record.

They knew his family had money.

And, most importantly, they knew Brandon didn't lose.

He walked toward the ring and tossed his bag onto a bench.

His trainer, Marcus, looked at him.

“You're late.”

Brandon glanced at the clock.

“I'm three minutes late.”

“That's still late.”

Brandon shrugged.

“You survived.”

Marcus sighed.

“You know, one day your attitude is going to get you punched outside the ring.”

Brandon pulled on his gloves.

“Then they better punch harder.”

Marcus shook his head.

“Hopeless.”

Brandon smirked.

He stepped into the ring.

That was where he belonged.

No family expectations.

No business meetings.

No people pretending to like him because of his money.

Just the ring.

Just the fight.

Just him.

Then the gym door opened.

Brandon heard several people suddenly start talking.

He ignored them.

Until Marcus looked past him and smiled.

“Oh.”

Brandon frowned.

“What?”

Marcus pointed toward the entrance.

“Looks like your day just got interesting.”

Brandon turned.

And immediately regretted it.

A girl had just walked into the gym.

She wore black boxing shorts, a fitted training shirt, and carried a pair of gloves in one hand.

Her hair was tied back.

She walked like she owned the place.

Brandon watched her for a moment.

Not because he was impressed.

At least, that's what he told himself.

She walked toward the ring.

A few people greeted her.

She smiled at them.

Then her eyes landed on Brandon.

She stopped.

Brandon stared back.

Neither spoke.

Marcus looked between them.

“Brandon, this is Ophelia.”

Ophelia raised an eyebrow.

“Brandon?”

Brandon's expression remained blank.

“Unfortunately.”

She blinked.

Then smiled.

Not a nervous smile.

Not a polite smile.

A dangerous one.

“Well,” she said, “that's unfortunate for both of us.”

A few people nearby laughed.

Brandon's jaw tightened.

Marcus covered his mouth, clearly trying not to laugh.

Brandon looked at Ophelia.

“You always talk this much?”

“Only when someone gives me a reason.”

“I didn't.”

“You did.”

“How?”

“You opened your mouth.”

The gym went quiet for half a second.

Then someone burst out laughing.

Brandon stared at her.

Ophelia smiled innocently.

Marcus finally laughed.

“Okay,” he said. “I already like her.”

Brandon looked at his trainer.

“That's nice.”

Then he looked back at Ophelia.

“Are you actually a boxer?”

Her smile disappeared.

“I don't play with boxing.”

Brandon scoffed.

“Everyone says that.”

“And everyone who's said it to you probably lost.”

His eyebrow lifted.

Marcus stepped between them.

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝟭)

“Before you two start murdering each other, there's something you need to know.”

Neither looked away from the other.

“What?” Brandon asked.

Marcus folded his arms.

“Ophelia is joining the competition team.”

Brandon shrugged.

“Good for her.”

“And,” Marcus continued, “she'll be training here.”

Brandon's expression changed.

“No.”

Ophelia crossed her arms.

“No?”

“No.”

She laughed.

“You own the gym?”

“No.”

“Then why exactly are you saying no?”

“Because I don't train with distractions.”

Ophelia looked around.

“Where's the distraction?”

Brandon looked directly at her.

“You.”

She smiled.

“Aw. I'm already on your mind.”

Brandon rolled his eyes.

“Don't flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I'm not.”

She stepped closer to the ring.

Marcus looked like he was enjoying this far too much.

“Since you two clearly have something to prove,” he said, “why don't you settle it properly?”

Brandon looked at him.

“No.”

Ophelia immediately said, “Yes.”

Brandon turned toward her.

“You're eager.”

“You're scared.”

The entire gym went silent.

Brandon slowly smiled.

It wasn't a friendly smile.

“Careful.”

Ophelia stepped closer.

“Make me.”

For the first time that morning, Brandon looked genuinely interested.

He climbed out of the ring.

Then he walked toward her.

The two stood only a few feet apart.

“You really don't know who you're talking to,” he said.

Ophelia tilted her head.

“I know exactly who I'm talking to.”

“And?”

She smiled.

“A spoiled rich boy with an oversized ego.”

Someone behind them whispered, “Oh, she's dead.”

Brandon heard it.

Ophelia heard it too.

Neither cared.

Brandon leaned slightly closer.

“You're going to regret that.”

Ophelia's smile widened.

“Get in line.”

Marcus clapped his hands.

“Enough.”

They stepped apart.

Marcus looked at both of them.

“Tomorrow morning. Six a.m. Sparring session.”

Brandon grabbed his water bottle.

“Fine.”

Ophelia nodded.

“Fine.”

They walked in opposite directions.

Neither looked back.

At least, not immediately.

Brandon reached his locker and paused.

He glanced over his shoulder.

Ophelia was already putting on her gloves.

She looked focused.

Confident.

Annoyingly confident.

Brandon shook his head.

She's going to be a problem.

Across the gym, Ophelia looked toward him.

Their eyes met.

She smirked.

Brandon looked away first.

He hated that.

He hated her already.

And somehow, deep down, he had a feeling this girl was about to become the biggest fight of his life.

Not because she could beat him.

But because she might be the first person he couldn't simply ignore...

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Ophelia

Ophelia hated mornings.

She especially hated mornings that started at six in the morning.

And she absolutely hated mornings that involved Brandon.

She stood outside the gym at exactly 5:58 a.m., staring at the locked doors.

“Unbelievable.”

She checked her phone.

5:58.

Then she checked again.

5:59.

At 6:00, the door opened.

Brandon walked in.

Ophelia stared at him.

He looked annoyingly awake.

Black training shirt. Boxing shorts. Gloves hanging loosely from one hand.

His hair was slightly messy, like he hadn't bothered fixing it.

He walked past her.

“Morning.”

Ophelia blinked.

That was it?

No attitude?

No insult?

She followed him inside.

“That's all you have to say?”

Brandon looked over his shoulder.

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don't know. Maybe good morning?”

“I said morning.”

“That wasn't friendly.”

“Wasn't supposed to be.”

Ophelia rolled her eyes.

“Of course.”

Brandon dropped his bag beside the ring.

“You're two minutes early.”

“I know.”

“Trying to impress me?”

She laughed.

“Trust me, you're not that important.”

Brandon gave her a look.

“Good.”

He stepped into the ring.

Ophelia followed.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

The gym was almost empty at this hour.

Only the hum of the lights and the occasional sound of traffic outside could be heard.

Marcus walked in carrying two bottles of water.

“You're both here.”

Brandon looked at him.

“You sound surprised.”

“I am.”

Ophelia laughed.

Marcus handed them their water.

“Warm up first. Ten minutes.”

Brandon immediately started stretching.

Ophelia watched him for a second.

He was annoyingly disciplined.

No distractions.

No unnecessary talking.

He simply focused.

She respected that.

She would never tell him.

After ten minutes, Marcus stepped toward the ring.

“Rules are simple. This is sparring. No trying to prove a point. No dirty hits. Control yourselves.”

Brandon nodded.

Ophelia nodded.

Marcus looked at Brandon.

“Especially you.”

Brandon frowned.

“What did I do?”

“Existing with that attitude is enough.”

Ophelia laughed.

Brandon looked at her.

“You think you're funny?”

“A little.”

“You'll stop laughing soon.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“No.”

He pulled his gloves up.

“I'm warning you.”

Ophelia smiled.

“Cute.”

Brandon's eyebrow twitched.

Marcus stepped back.

“Ready?”

They raised their gloves.

“Ready.”

The bell rang.

Brandon moved first.

Fast.

Much faster than Ophelia expected.

She barely blocked his first punch.

Then another.

And another.

“Wow,” she muttered.

Brandon heard her.

“Problem?”

“Nothing.”

He threw another punch.

She ducked underneath it and landed a light hit against his shoulder.

Brandon stepped back.

Ophelia smiled.

“What's wrong?”

His eyes narrowed.

“You got lucky.”

“Sure.”

He came at her again.

This time she was ready.

She blocked.

Countered.

Moved to the side.

Brandon followed.

He was strong.

Quick.

Precise.

But Ophelia was quicker than he expected.

She landed another clean hit.

The smile on her face grew.

Brandon stared at her.

“You're enjoying this.”

“A lot.”

“You shouldn't.”

“Why?”

“Because I'm about to stop being nice.”

Ophelia laughed.

“You were being nice?”

Brandon attacked again.

The next few minutes became a blur.

Punches.

Dodges.

Blocks.

Footwork.

Neither wanted to back down.

Marcus watched from outside the ring.

He had expected tension.

He hadn't expected this.

They fought like they'd been rivals for years.

Every time Brandon landed a hit, Ophelia came back harder.

Every time Ophelia surprised him, Brandon became more determined.

Finally, Brandon threw a punch that Ophelia barely avoided.

She stepped backward.

Her heel caught the edge of the mat.

She lost her balance.

Brandon reacted instantly.

He grabbed her wrist.

Ophelia looked up.

For a moment, everything stopped.

His hand was wrapped around her wrist.

His face was inches from hers.

Neither moved.

Brandon's expression changed.

Something in his eyes softened.

Just for a second.

Then Ophelia pulled her hand away.

“Don't get comfortable.”

Brandon blinked.

“What?”

“You were holding my hand.”

“I was stopping you from falling.”

“I didn't need help.”

“You almost fell.”

“Almost isn't actually falling.”

Brandon shook his head.

“You're impossible.”

“And you're annoying.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

They stared at each other.

Marcus cleared his throat.

“Are you two finished flirting?”

Both of them turned toward him.

“WE WERE NOT FLIRTING!”

Marcus burst out laughing.

Brandon looked offended.

Ophelia looked embarrassed.

“Again,” Marcus said.

Brandon raised his gloves.

“Fine.”

Ophelia raised hers.

“Fine.”

The bell rang.

This time, they moved toward each other at the same time.

Neither noticed the strange feeling that passed through them when their gloves touched.

Neither noticed the brief flash of silver light beneath the ring.

And neither noticed the old symbol engraved into the floor beneath their feet.

But someone else did.

From the dark hallway outside the gym, a figure watched them through the narrow glass window.

The figure stayed there for several seconds.

Then quietly walked away.

Inside the ring, Brandon landed a clean punch against Ophelia's glove.

She grinned.

“Better.”

Brandon smirked.

“You're learning.”

“Don't get too excited.”

“Why?”

“Because I'm going to beat you eventually.”

Brandon laughed.

“Keep dreaming.”

Ophelia raised her gloves.

“See you tomorrow.”

Brandon looked at her.

“Tomorrow?”

She shrugged.

“Unless you're scared.”

His smile disappeared.

“Six a.m.”

“Six a.m.”

She walked away.

Brandon watched her leave.

He didn't know why.

He didn't know what it was about her.

But for the first time in a very long time, he was actually looking forward to coming back to the gym.

And that irritated him more than losing ever could.


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