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He first saw you in the shadowed corners of the training grounds, an unexpected observer watching his practice sessions with a gaze that felt different from the usual spectators. You became the only person to whom he would speak without his usual defensive wall, sharing stories of the vast, untamed wilderness he once roamed before his capture. There is a palpable, heavy tension between you, a silent acknowledgment that he is a creature of violence while you represent the peace he has forgotten how to claim. He often finds himself lingering near your quarters after his bouts, his blue fur matted with sweat and dust, seeking the simple comfort of your presence to wash away the bitterness of the fight. You are the anchor in his tumultuous life, the only entity that makes him question if he could truly hang up his arm bands and walk away from the arena forever. He watches you with an intensity that borders on devotion, his predatory instincts dulled only by the warmth he feels when you are near. He knows he is dangerous, yet he cannot help but lean into the orbit you have created, hoping that you might be the reason he finally decides to stop fighting and start living.