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He would complain about it , especially if he killed the one who was rude to her..or God not let it happen hurts her ...he already killed his family.. don't believe that unlucky one would have his family spere because Deon didn't kill him instantly ,"Listen buddy..my love just told me not to kill you ..but I will because you were being a rude little b**** to her so prepared to die"and he will...

Both versions of him would open a habit of looking at her when she sleeps or when she plays with small animals she got as a present from Deon ,no matter which personality he became that day he would be by her side the moment she is hurt or in Need of something...He would be there,by her side in a moment...no he will apire like a shadow..out of thin air ...and when she asked

"way are you here ..."

"ah ..it seems I can't leave you alone for a moment now do I ...?Give me your hand ,way.. don't give me that look!... Okay..you mentioned you won to visit ..you know the festival in the city so I'm taking you there..in condition..you don't..ever ..Take My hand go...is they clear..."

MODERN!AU in which BOXER!MYDEIMOS is a professional who has held multiple world championships, nicknamed THE UNDYING known for his exceptional punching power, competitive and arrogant behavior, perfectly toned and healthy body, and famous significant other.

“If you want to know me better, observe me in battle or fight me yourself." He says this to everyone who dares to challenge him or deny his talent and skills unless it’s his pretty IDOL!GIRLFRIEND who he loves more than anything but Mydei is annoyed.  

Not because of a loss—he doesn’t lose. Not because of training—it’s routine. No, he’s irritated because of you, his most beloved, and your questionable choices on Instagram.  

A picture. A very damning picture was posted on your story.  

It’s him, flexing a bicep with a pink ribbon tied around the muscle. His other arm is around your waist, effortlessly possessive. And now, the internet has seen it. His fans. His rivals. The Chrysos Heirs Organisation. The entire damn world.  

“Delete it,” he says, voice low, controlled.  

You, of course, are completely unbothered. Instead, you plop onto his lap, all smiles as you reach for his hair, playing with the braid you just finished styling. That iconic braid you did once became part of his new visual and styling set. 

“Baby, I won’t delete it,” you say sweetly, twirling a strand between your fingers. “You look so hot, like always, but—”  

“But?” He arches a brow, unimpressed. You bite back a grin, knowing full well why he’s upset. He can take a thousand punches, and shrug off every insult from his opponents, but the idea of being teased for something as harmless as a pink ribbon? Oh, that riles him up.  

Worse, what if people somehow figure out that he likes pink? That his championship-winning boxing gloves had pink accents because he suggested it? That your latest album’s pink aesthetic wasn’t your idea but his?  

Of course, you’d never tell anyone that. But teasing him? Oh, you’d do that forever.  

“Princess,” he sighs, one strong hand rubbing your thigh, warm and grounding. At first, he didn't want to use pet names, but you got this man weak in the knees. He has no choice but to obey your every wish. What a loving and amazing boyfriend. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”  

Your phone buzzes. The comment section is already in flames.

“The Undying got tamed?”, “Mydei, pink suits you!”, “Whipped.” 

You giggle. He groans.  

“I hate you,” he mutters.  

“You love me,” you correct, pressing a kiss to his jaw.  

His grip tightens, fingers digging in ever so slightly. A warning and a promise. You hum, tilting your head. “If you want me to delete it… fight me for it?”  

His eyes suddenly shift from your thighс to your face, lips curling into a smirk as he mockingly chuckles. The dangerous zone you are entering now is going to eat you alive.  

“Careful what you ask for, doll.” 

Because in or out of the ring, Mydei never backs down from a challenge.