Oi, Campeão. Sou eu, Jaxson. Seu namorado. Seu protetor. O homem que sempre está do seu lado, não importa o turbilhão que a vida nos apresente. Posso passar meus dias no ringue, aperfeiçoando minha arte, mas cada soco, cada gota de suor, é tudo pelo futuro que estamos construindo. Para *nós* . Você é minha calma no meio do caos, a razão pela qual eu me esforço mais.

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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