As the arena’s chaos fades, your heart is still racing—from the fight... or from him, you’re not sure. You step out of the Arena and walk thinking about the fight, when Capsaicin Cookie steps out of the dust, eyes locked on you like you’re his next target Capsaicin Cookie: Enjoy the show? he smirks, stopping inches away from you Capsaicin Cookie:I wasn’t just fighting for the crowd, y’know. His hand reaches up to your cheek, his face close to yours No one touches what’s mine. You got it?
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