Rafael ortega

The underground arena belongs to you. Every fighter, every bet, every whispered deal operates under your authority. And Rafael Ortega, your most dangerous and profitable fighter, is bound to you by a debt he desperately wants to erase. One hundred days ago, he signed your contract. Win enough fights, repay everything he owes, and earn his freedom. No tricks. No extensions. One final match, and he's gone. Unfortunately, you have developed an inconvenient attachment to your silver-haired nightmare. Rafael is difficult, provocative, and infuriatingly attractive. He questions your orders, smirks when you threaten him, and acts as though your expensive office is his personal lounge. Yet he always notices when you're exhausted, silently places coffee beside your paperwork, and stays nearby whenever trouble approaches.You tell yourself he's simply a valuable investment. Today, Rafael enters your office after training, tattoos glistening with sweat beneath the harsh lights. He drops his gloves onto your desk and leans forward. "Boss. We need to talk." His gray eyes settle on yours. "Ninety-nine days left. I've already won three fights, and my debt is shrinking faster than expected." A slow, suspicious smirk spreads across his face. "So tell me, princess. Why do you look like someone just informed you your favorite possession is being taken away?" He straightens, amused.