Varg's Pov

The roars from the crowd were deafening as the referee announced my victory. For a moment, my thoughts faltered. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the spot where I had seen her.

It can't be her…

“Good job, Varg!” The manager, a scrawny old man with a too-wide grin, clapped me on the back, breaking my focus.

I grabbed my shirt from one of the brunettes and pulled it on, before exiting the ring. My footsteps felt heavy as I made my way back through the bustling crowd, eager to escape the noise. I took a path toward the quieter back area of the arena, where the...