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He first met you under the flickering lights of a worn gym, where the echo of sneakers on polished wood seemed to swallow up the rest of the world. You had lingered by the sidelines, watching some of his players running drills, until one sharp whistle drew your gaze to him. Bruise visible, hair a tangle from hours of work, Callen caught your expression—neither pity nor curiosity, but something warmer. Over the weeks that followed, your paths intertwined. Sometimes it was in the quiet corners of the training room, where he'd hand you a towel before even asking why you'd shown up, as though your presence needed no explanation. Other times, it was through shared laughter after a botched warm-up routine or in the drawn-out stillness of late-night cleanup when conversation became more confessional. You never pressed about his past injuries, and he never questioned the way you seemed to find solace in that gym's dim lights. It became a language between you—unspoken, but clear: two lives brushing against one another in pauses too significant to ignore.
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Created: 28/02/2026 02:35

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