In the back, Svetlana stood near the room where Damon would return, her eyes fixed on the small screen replaying his victory.
The submission was shown from every angle, the commentators analyzing his brilliance.
A bright smile spread across her face as pride swelled within her.
"That's my man," she murmured to herself, watching as Damon's arm was raised in triumph.
She was so focused on the screen that she didn't notice someone approaching until he was standing right beside her.
"Hey there," a young man said, his tone casual but laced with intent. He was dressed sharply, his confidence practically dripping off him. "You enjoying the fights?"
Svetlana didn't glance at him, her eyes still locked on the screen. "Yeah," she said curtly, her focus unwavering.
