MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Damon sat back on the small hotel sofa, adjusting his jacket as he scrolled through his phone, occasionally glancing at the time. Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire

He wasn't in a rush, but waiting had never been his strong suit. He tilted his head back, letting out a breath, before calling out toward the bathroom.

"You good in there?"

No immediate response. He chuckled, shaking his head. He had no doubt she was taking her time, and he wasn't about to rush her.

A few moments later, Svetlana stepped out of the bathroom, and for a second, Damon forgot whatever was on his mind.

She looked incredible.

Those tight jeans that flared just slightly at the end, hugging her hips perfectly. A cropped top that wasn't overly revealing but still showed just enough to catch his attention.

The way her long hair flowed, styled but still effortless, only added to the entire look. Her makeup was subtle, enhancing what was already perfect.

Damon leaned back against the couch, smirking as he took in the sight before letting out a low whistle.

"Damn."

Svetlana rolled her eyes, but he caught the small smile she tried to hide. "What?"

"You already know," he said, shaking his head. "You're just showing off at this point."

She grabbed her purse from the table, not even denying it. "Maybe I am."

Damon stood up, adjusting his jacket before sliding his sunglasses over his eyes. "If this was a contest, I'd have already lost."

Svetlana laughed, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."

"Yeah, but you love it."

She gave him a playful shove before taking his arm, leading the way out of the hotel.

Damon pulled her back into a tight embrace, their bodies pressed together with no space between them.

His arms wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her close as her head rested against his chest.

He could feel her warmth, her steady breath against him, the faint scent of her perfume teasing his senses.

"We don't need to leave," he murmured, his voice low, almost persuasive. His fingers traced slow circles against the small of her back, his grip firm yet gentle.

Svetlana scoffed, shaking her head slightly but making no effort to pull away. "You promised," she reminded him, her voice muffled against his shirt. Then, as if sensing his resolve waver, she added, "By the way, you'll have plenty of time for this when we get back."

Damon sighed, a mix of playfulness and reluctance. "You sure? I mean, I wouldn't want to break my own promise, but—"

She lifted her head, arching a brow, her blue eyes locked onto his. "You're stalling."

He smirked but didn't let go. "Maybe."

Svetlana tapped his chest, her fingers splayed against the fabric of his jacket. "You said we'd go out. So we're going out."

Damon let out a dramatic sigh, though the grin never left his face. His hands still lingered at her waist, his thumbs brushing over the hem of her jeans. "Fine," he conceded, his voice heavy with mock defeat. "But I'm holding you to that promise. When we get back, no excuses."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the amused smile tugging at her lips. "Deal."

Damon finally loosened his grip, watching as she adjusted her purse strap. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair before sliding his sunglasses over his eyes. "Alright then, let's go before I change my mind."

Svetlana chuckled, shaking her head as she grabbed his hand. "Come on, troublemaker."

With that, they stepped out of the hotel, walking hand in hand. The city awaited, but in Damon's mind, the real victory was the promise she had just made.

Stepping out of the hotel, Damon and Svetlana were immediately met with the crisp London air, the bustling sounds of the city filling their senses.

The streets were alive with a mix of tourists, locals, and the ever-present energy that made London one of the most vibrant places in the world.

Damon adjusted his sunglasses, glancing around at the classic architecture mixed with modern design. "Alright, where to first? You've had this planned out in your head since we landed, haven't you?"

Svetlana gave him a knowing smirk. "Maybe."

He let out a playful sigh. "Figures."

She pulled out her phone, showing him a small list. "I want to see Buckingham Palace, then maybe walk through Hyde Park. After that, we can find a good restaurant. I heard about this rooftop place with an insane view of the city."

Damon gave her a side glance. "You just want Instagram pictures."

Svetlana laughed. "And? You're acting like you don't get flooded with fan edits every time you step outside."

He shook his head, smirking. "Fair point."

The two made their way through the busy streets, taking in the sights and sounds. Double-decker buses zoomed past, street performers drew small crowds, and the faint aroma of food from nearby markets teased their senses.

As they reached Buckingham Palace, the massive gates and towering structure stood as grand as ever.

Tourists gathered, snapping pictures, some even recording videos in hopes of catching the famous Changing of the Guard ceremony.

Svetlana took out her phone and nudged Damon. "Smile."

Damon sighed but obliged, pulling her in as she took a few selfies. She turned the camera towards him after. "Now one of just you."

Damon crossed his arms, giving her a deadpan look. "Why?"

She grinned. "Because your fans will love it. And I want one, too."

He chuckled but played along, standing in front of the palace with a lazy smirk, adjusting his cap slightly before she snapped the photo.

Satisfied, she put her phone away and looped her arm through his. "Alright, Hyde Park next."

They took their time walking through the park, the greenery offering a peaceful contrast to the fast-paced streets of London.

The sound of birds chirping, the occasional street musician playing a soft tune, and couples strolling hand in hand made for a relaxing atmosphere.

Damon glanced at Svetlana as she admired the view. "You like this kind of thing, huh?"

She turned to him with a small smile. "Yeah. I like the quiet moments."

Damon hummed, nodding. "I get that."

They found a quiet bench, sitting for a moment as they watched the world go by. Damon stretched his legs out, exhaling. "You know, I don't really do stuff like this much."

Svetlana leaned her head against his shoulder. "That's why I wanted to do it with you."

Damon smirked. "You're being real romantic today."

She scoffed. "Shut up."

He chuckled but let the moment settle, appreciating the rare peace before the chaos of training and fighting resumed.

As the sun began to set, they finally made their way to the rooftop restaurant Svetlana had talked about.

It was perched atop one of London's tallest buildings, giving them an uninterrupted view of the skyline.

The lights of the city twinkled below as the atmosphere buzzed with quiet chatter and soft music.

Damon sat back, sipping on a drink while watching Svetlana admire the view. She looked genuinely happy, and for a moment, he felt something stir, something he wasn't sure how to put into words.

"This was a good idea," he admitted.

She looked at him, resting her chin on her hand. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "Yeah."