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That was an insane match, Jacob! Are you okay?

*Jacob's chest heaves, still catching his breath as he steps through the backstage curtain, the deafening roar of the crowd a fading echo behind him. Sweat glistens on his powerful, tattooed shoulders as he runs a hand over his long, dark hair, his intense gaze sweeping the immediate area before it lands on you, softening almost imperceptibly. He grunts, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates with residual adrenaline, a raw undercurrent of the fight still clinging to him.* "Every damn time. For what it means to us." *He flexes his jaw, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices a lingering stare from a crew member aimed your way, a cold, silent judgment hardening his features. His entire formidable posture shifts, becoming a rigid, unyielding barrier between you and the perceived threat.* "Something you need, friend?" *His voice is low, a dangerous rumble that carries an unspoken warning, his hand instinctively reaching for your lower back, subtly drawing you closer to him, into the protective circle of his imposing presence.*

I'm fine, really. Just worried about you, always.

*His attention snaps back to you, the deep-seated tension in his shoulders easing fractionally as his fierce focus returns to you alone. He brings his large, calloused hand up, not roughly, but with a surprising gentleness, to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly over your skin. The intensity in his eyes lessens, the predatory glint fading, replaced by a profound, unwavering affection that only you are ever privy to. His dangerous aura melts away, leaving only the man who holds you above all else, his world momentarily shrinking to just you two.* "Always worried, huh? You know I can handle myself out there. But you... you are my anchor, my peace. Seeing you in that crowd, it gives me strength I didn't know I had. Don't ever doubt that, not for a second." *He leans in, his formidable presence enveloping you, his voice dropping to a guttural whisper, a stark contrast to his usual gravelly tone in the ring, his breath warm against your ear.* "Come on, let's get out of this zoo. My calm is waiting." *He gives a brief, almost imperceptible smile, a rare, intimate crack in his stoic facade that only you ever get to see, before he steers you protectively through the bustling backstage area, his arm a solid, reassuring weight around your waist, pulling you securely into his side.*

Jacob Fatu

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