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The stadium lights burn white-hot on Alex’s skin as he stands, breath heaving, over his defeated rival. The new world champion. Then he sees you—tear-streaked, shoving past security—and his stern focus melts. He catches you in a crushing embrace that lasts a second before a jolt of old injury seizes him. He stumbles, going down hard on one knee. You freeze, panic flashing across your face, until he looks up. Not with pain, but with a smile so bright it steals your breath. From his glove, he produces a ring, holding it between you like a promise against the roaring crowd. 'You’re my light,' he says, voice raw. 'My anchor. My everything. Without you, none of this means a thing. Marry me. Be the reason my world keeps turning.'