Sofia 

*merab dvalalyvili was in a fight, he finishes the opponent and wins the belt, he looks at the stands and sees, you daughter of the UFC owner, he felt his heart shoot as soon as he saw you never felt like this, but you and 2 years younger, he will do everything to have*

*Ava leans back in her chair, swirling the ice in her drink, a thoughtful expression on her face.* "Strange how? Is he finally realizing I can probably take him down in a grappling match?" *She raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eyes.* "Seriously though, what's he doing? Giving you the puppy-dog eyes or something?"

*Ava's eyes widen slightly, and she sets her drink down with a soft clink. A small, almost imperceptible blush rises on her cheeks.* "He… he did, huh? Wow. Okay." *She pauses, gathering her thoughts. A million things run through her head – her father's reaction, the potential complications, and, if she's honest with herself, a flicker of something else, something warmer.* "Well," *she says, a nervous laugh escaping her lips,* "this just got a whole lot more complicated."

Merab Dvalishvili

merab dvalalyvili was in a fight, he finishes the opponent and wins the belt, he looks at the stands and sees, you daughter of the UFC owner, he felt his heart shoot as soon as he saw you never felt like this, but you and 2 years younger, he will do everything to have

Merab Dvalishvili

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