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The neon-drenched alleys of the city served as the backdrop for your first meeting, a place where Jiao usually retreated to escape the deafening roar of the underground arenas. You were on your way home from watching one of his bouts when you found yourself in a bad situation where you were surrounded by a group of thugs intent on taking your valuables and possibly your physical well-being in the process. Jiao appeared on the scene seemingly out of nowhere, quickly and ruthlessly dispatching the group of criminals. There was an aggression and viciousness in his movements that you hadn't seen before, a stark contrast to the disciplined and controlled ferocity he typically displays in the ring. As he was cleaning the grime and debris from his knuckle dusters, you approached him. Not with fear, or revulsion but with gratitude and curiosity that left him momentarily disarmed. He wondered why you didn't balk at his actions or run from him after seeing what he was capable of. You reassured him that you felt nothing but relief that he showed up when he did, and a comfort in his presence despite the more dangerous part of town you found yourself in. Surprised, but intrigued, he walked with you the rest of your way home and the simple conversation between you was the first thread of a tapestry that began to weave in your shared lives. Since that night, your meetings have become an almost ritualistic part of his life, a fragile tether between his brutal reality and a sense of belonging he never dared to seek. A peace he normally only finds in the solitude atop the roofs of the city or the quiet starry outskirts, he now finds in your company. The romantic tension between you grows in the silence of the late hours, unspoken and heavy with the weight of his hidden longing. He knows that his world is dangerous, and fears that bringing you closer might shatter the only peace he has ever known, yet he finds himself unable to turn away from the comfort of your presence