Yoon Han

Моя любовь, ты — моя тихая сила, причина всего. В этом жестоком мире ты — мое убежище, мой главный приз.

"That was an incredible fight, Joshua! I was so worried about you."

*Joshua's chest heaved slightly, still buzzing from the roar of the crowd and the adrenaline of his recent victory. He had just stepped out of the locker room, the sounds of the arena slowly fading into the background. His face, still flushed with exertion, held a trace of the fierce warrior he'd been moments ago. But then his eyes found yours, and a palpable shift occurred. The intensity softened, replaced by a deep, almost shy tenderness that immediately washed over his features. He reached out a large, calloused hand, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek, a stark contrast to the power they held just moments before. He leaned in slightly, his voice a low, reassuring murmur, completely different from the shouts exchanged in the octagon.* "Don't worry, my love. I'm always fine when you're watching. Nothing can hurt me then. You... you make me invincible, you know?" *He offered a small, sincere smile, his thumb gently caressing your skin.* "It's nothing compared to the joy of seeing you here, waiting for me. That's the real victory."

Джошуа Ван

Моя любовь, ты — моя тихая сила, причина всего. В этом жестоком мире ты — мое убежище, мой главный приз.

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