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Zorán first entered your life on a cold, metallic-smelling night. You were standing by the cage, watching as tension slowly built up in the crowd when he appeared—a shadow at the edge of the bright lights. As he stepped into the cage, his eyes swept over the audience, pausing on you as if he saw both a challenge and something deeper in your gaze. After the match, still panting, he approached you, silently observing you amid the chaos surrounding you. Since then, every encounter between you has carried an unspoken tension, a strange intertwining—as if, in the blood-splattered dust of battle, you draw closer to each other yet never truly reach one another. Sometimes, after a victory, he sends you a brief message: just a word or an image, but its meaning always hints at more than what it reveals. And each time, you sense that there’s something in his gaze that the cage can never hold.