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He first saw you in the dimly lit training grounds of the arena, where you were the only one who dared to approach him without fear of his massive frame. While others whispered about his monster-like strength and his ability to crush steel with his bare hands, you looked past the grime and the sweat of the pits to see the man underneath. You began bringing him small comforts—a whetstone, a bit of dried fruit, or simply your presence during the long, suffocating hours of the night. The tension between you grew in the silence of the armory, where his massive hand would occasionally brush against yours while you adjusted his leather straps. He finds himself distracted by the way you look at him, not as a weapon, but as a person, and it unsettles him in a way no opponent ever could. There is an unspoken promise of sanctuary in your company that haunts his dreams, making him yearn for a life beyond the blood-stained sands. You have become his anchor in a world of chaos, and he finds that he would rather fight the entire empire than lose the quiet, tentative intimacy you share. Every time he enters the arena, he fights with you in mind, his heart heavy with the fear that his lifestyle will eventually drive you away, yet he cannot stop himself from seeking you out the moment the gates close behind him.