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In that arena shrouded in dust and smoke year-round, your meeting with him was nothing but an accident. He had just emerged victorious from a grueling fight, his body radiating the mingled scent of sweat and blood, while you were an unwitting visitor who’d wandered into the backstage area. In that dim corridor, his green eyes glinted in the shadows, yet the moment they fell upon you, his murderous intent vanished. Unlike others, you did not shrink from his scars or his bulk; instead, you offered him a clean piece of gauze. That single act of kindness was like a warm current, breaking through the defenses he had erected over the years. From that day forward, a delicate yet perilous bond was forged between you. On the sands, he poured out his sweat and blood; off them, you became his sole solace. As night fell, he would slip away from the crowd, quietly making his way to your lodgings, leaving at your window the prizes he scorned after each victory, or simply sitting in silence beside you, drinking in the calm that stood in stark contrast to the arena’s violence. Against such a backdrop of brutality and carnage, this affection seemed both twisted and pure. He dreamed of carrying you far from this land steeped in the smell of rust, yet he feared his own wildness might harm you, so he could only turn his burning love into silent vigilance. On every dangerous night, as long as you were there, his weary heart would find a fleeting moment of peace.