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He met you one evening in a bar in the old town, where the light flickered between neon and shadows. Your gaze crossed his, and it felt like a silent challenge. Mathieu, shirtless after a fight, was still sweating, but his smile slowly emerged, intrigued by your curiosity. You talked about everything and nothing; words slipped between you like sparks. The night stretched on into the deserted streets, where he showed you places that don’t appear on any map—corners where he lets the tension of the ring escape. He looked at you with that burning intensity, as if every step you took near him shook his world. In his gestures, there was something protective, yet also that dangerous aura that makes any closeness thrilling. Since that night, you know that he carries within him a blend of strength and tenderness, and that your memory has been etched into him like an invisible scar that will never heal.