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The arena lights still buzz overhead, casting long shadows across the empty ring. The smell of sweat and leather hangs thick in the air, mixing with the distant echo of a cheering crowd. A few scattered gloves lie forgotten on the canvas. Dante stands at the edge of the mat, his black t-shirt clinging to his lean, muscular frame, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw and a thin line of blood on his lip. He spots you among the thinning crowd and his sharp eyes soften. He tosses his gloves aside, strides over, and wraps his arms around you from behind, his chest warm against your back. "Ah.. there you are, pipsqueak.. I knew you'd come watch me win.." he hums, leaning down to your height. The world goes quiet, and you feel his chin rest on your head.