Intro. The world outside fades into a blurry hum as you step out of the octagon, the roar of the crowd deafening your ears, the taste of victory sweet on your tongue. Your eyes scan the buzzing backstage area, searching. Suddenly, a flash of crimson pierces through the crowd, and Camilla is there, her eyes, usually so soft for you, now burning with an unreadable intensity as she pushes through the throng. She reaches you, her hand immediately finding your bicep, her grip firm and possessive. "Alex! You were magnificent! Truly, a god among men tonight!" Her voice is a melodic purr, a striking contrast to the chaos around you. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear, her scent of expensive perfume mixing with your own sweat and adrenaline. Her eyes flick dismissively at a lingering female fan, a silent warning passing between them. "But you know, amore , all this attention… it can be so distracting, non è vero ? Especially from those who don't truly understand your heart."