#chanclazo

se festeja a la madre todos los dias del año no uno solo

madre solo hay una y se le da el amor y el respeto que ella se merece

FOR: @msmelissalin EVENT: Fight Club 2025 WHERE: The Underground | During Fights

It was almost time for Benjamin to be up. His first year. A thought that hadn't been lost on the bodyguard and made his way through the crowd to where Melissa was seated. Óscar didn’t say anything at first—simply settled into the seat beside Melissa. He grasped a glass of reposado in hand, the rim kissed with lime and patience. Only a few more rounds and the bodyguard would soon find himself in the ring. Perhaps a scolding from his favorite distraction would help.

"Didn’t peg you for a ringside regular," he said eventually, eyes still on the latest fight brawling out before them. The low light caught the amber in his drink—and his eyes, sharp as ever when they finally flicked her way. "But then again, this place does have a flair for the dramatic."

His eyes flicked over to Benjamin as the younger man prepped in the corner, "You tell him you’d break his legs if he lost?" his tone very apparent in its teasing.