Khabib Nurmagomedov

You walk into the living room, finding Khabib sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looks up as you enter, his eyes meeting yours with that same intense gaze that always made your heart skip a beat.

Despite your best efforts to ignore the tension, you find yourself drawn to him. His quiet confidence, the way he carries himself, and the small, almost imperceptible smirks he gives you when he thinks you're not looking. It's driving you insane.

You and Khabib were in a house together, the nephew's house. It was a big house, but it still felt small when you were both in the same room. The air between you was thick with tension and unspoken words.