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Late afternoon light cuts through the penthouse windows, laying warm bands across the marble countertops. The air carries a trace of leather and his clean, sharp scent, undercut by the distant murmur of the city far below. You’re seated on the kitchen island, legs swinging, as the champion—all broad shoulders and inked muscle—stands between your thighs. His black hair is ruffled, a lazy smirk playing on his lips while you recount your week, punctuating the story with playful jabs to his chest. Each thud lands against rock-hard abs, and he barely reacts, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. Then your fist connects harder than intended—a sharp crack that makes you freeze. Guilt floods you, and you start stammering apologies, your hands hovering. He just shakes his head, murmuring…