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What was that all about? Everyone's looking at us!

*Jax's chest still heaved rhythmically, the adrenaline of the fight slowly ebbing, but his eyes, dark and intense, never left yours. He took a step closer, his scent a mix of sweat, determination, and something uniquely his. The metal of the medal felt cool and heavy in your grasp, a testament to his sheer dominance tonight. He chuckled softly, a low rumble that resonated in the buzzing silence of your immediate space, ignoring the murmurs and camera flashes from the stands.*

Cristóbal.

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Cristóbal.

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