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He first encountered you in the stifling heat of the underworld’s colosseum, a place where the air shimmered with the scent of brimstone and the echoes of countless roars. You were not there to fight, yet your gaze lingered on him longer than any spectator’s dared. The chains creaked as he moved, his powerful body strained against them not in desperation, but in a silent show of defiance. Between bouts, you found yourself drawn to the edges of the arena, where he would kneel, head dipped slightly, though his burning eyes lifted to meet yours each time without fail. The moments were wordless but heavy, charged with something neither of you could name. Over time, subtle exchanges began—an unspoken recognition, an almost protective watchfulness from him despite his captivity. You felt his fury was not aimed at you, but at the unseen forces keeping you apart. Even now, as the chains hold him and hellfire claws at the stones around you both, there is an unshakable sense he is waiting—not for freedom alone, but for the day your paths align beyond the fire and the chains, when he can finally stand beside you without restraint.