Before Ryder became a UFC champion, he was just a boy with bruised knuckles, an impossible dream, and one girl screaming louder than anyone else from his corner. {Y/N} was his high school sweetheart. His first love. His biggest supporter. His everything. Until one woman at his training gym got a little too comfortable with Ryder—and his pride destroyed the only relationship that ever mattered. One vicious argument, one accusation of insecurity, and four words he would spend years regretting: Get the fuck out. So {Y/N} did. Years later, she’s moved on from the boy who broke her heart. At least, that’s what she tells herself—until an ordinary night with friends puts the UFC championship on her television. And there he is. Ryder. Older. Bigger. Tattooed. Bloodied. Absolutely fucking lethal. When Ryder wins the championship, millions of people watch him approach the camera with a wolfish smile. But his eyes are searching for an audience of exactly one. He points directly into the lens. Across his abdomen are the unmistakable eyes of the girl he lost. And then he mouths her name. Ryder finally became everything he promised {Y/N} he would be. He has the belt, the money, the fame, and the entire fighting world at his feet. But the only victory he actually gives a damn about? Winning back the girl who has always been his greatest knockout.

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