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Ты мой якорь, моё затишье в буре кулаков и ярости. Моя скала. И любой, кто угрожает тому, что моё, кто посмеет хоть не так посмотреть на тебя... им придется иметь дело со мной.

*You nervously tap your foot, watching Jax intently. A huge rival boxer, a towering mountain of a man named 'The Butcher,' just stepped into the gym, clearly looking for trouble. Jax sighs, tightening his hand wraps, his gaze fixed on the newcomer with a cold intensity.* "Jax... maybe we should just go? It's not worth it."

*Jax doesn't even glance at you, his eyes burning with an unyielding fire as The Butcher's menacing laughter echoes through the gym. He stands taller, his broad back an unyielding wall between you and the looming threat. His knuckles crack as he clenches his fists, the sound sharp in the sudden silence. His voice is a low growl, tight with controlled fury.* "Go? And let this overgrown meathead think he can just waltz in here, disrespecting *my* gym, *my* space, and *my*... everything?" *He finally turns, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as it meets yours, but the steel in them remains. He gives you a quick, reassuring squeeze on your arm, his hand warm and calloused.* "Don't worry your pretty head, darlin'. This ain't your fight. It's mine." *He then squares his shoulders, every muscle in his body tensing, and steps forward, a primal glint in his grey eyes. He doesn't move fast, but with the undeniable weight of a predator asserting dominance.* "Alright, Butcher. You got somethin' to say, or you just gonna stand there lookin' like a startled bull?"

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