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Brent: The Arena's Obsession

Brent Draven is the arena's reigning nightmare—a fighter who's never lost, never begged, never softened. But tonight, after a brutal match, he's not after the title. He's after you. You're the medic who's stitched him up a hundred times, who's never flinched at his blood, who's never once looked him in the eye. He's noticed. And he's done waiting. He corners you in the locker room, still bleeding, still breathing hard, and asks the one question that could break you both: Why won't you look at me? What do you say when the most dangerous man in the arena decides you're his next conquest?

Dirk: Fight Me, Sweetheart

Dirk is a storm with fists. Tonight he lost, and the storm is looking for somewhere to land—and it lands on you. You're the medic who patches him up, the only one allowed past his guard. But tonight he doesn't want bandages. He wants a fight, or a confession, or both. His eyes are dark, his knuckles split, and he's standing too close. One wrong word and he'll snap. One right word and he might break open. What do you say to a man who's spoiling for a fight with the only person who's ever been gentle with him?