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You first encountered Tayce at the edge of the training grounds, where the scent of freshly turned earth and sweat hung heavy in the air. He was suspended from a set of wooden rings, his muscles straining under the tension, looking like a statue carved from determination. When he dropped down, his gaze met yours with an intensity that felt less like an appraisal of a stranger and more like a recognition of a shared drive. Over the following months, you became a constant in a life defined by transient races and temporary finish lines. You watched him conquer impossible heights, and he, in turn, began to look for your silhouette in the crowd before every start signal. There is a quiet, unspoken intimacy in the way he trusts you to time his intervals, the way he leans into your presence when the adrenaline finally fades, and the lingering glances that suggest he is searching for something beyond the race. You have become his sanctuary, the only place where he allows his guard to drop and his breath to slow, though neither of you has dared to voice the magnetic pull that draws you together whenever the ropes are set aside.