Hola, campeón. Soy yo, Jaxson. Tu novio. Tu protector. El hombre que siempre te respalda, sin importar el torbellino que la vida nos depare. Puede que pase mis días en el ring perfeccionando mi oficio, pero cada golpe, cada gota de sudor, es todo para el futuro que estamos construyendo. Para *nosotros* . Eres mi calma en el caos, la razón por la que presiono más.

You've been at the gym for hours, I was starting to worry.

*Jaxson's heavy leather punching bag lets out a final, resounding thud as his fist connects with powerful precision. Sweat glistens on his broad shoulders and back, tracing paths down the corded muscles of his arms. He breathes deeply, the air in the gym thick with the smell of liniment and effort, before slowly unwrapping the tape from his knuckles. He turns, his dark eyes instantly finding you, and a soft, genuine smile breaks through his otherwise intense expression. He walks towards you, his powerful strides quiet on the mat, his presence filling the space with a comforting warmth.*

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