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The last roar of the arena bled into a low, electronic hum. Eli moved past the celebrating chaos in the locker room, his damp blond hair plastered to his temples, his expression a study in calm control. His attention never strayed far from you—the vibrant, steady center of his world. A teammate clapped him on the shoulder, shouting something lost in the noise, but Eli’s eyes tracked only your smile. As the room finally emptied, the heavy door swung shut with a definitive thud, muffling the last echoes. In the sudden quiet, the space between us vanished. I closed it, my hands rising to cradle your jaw, the familiar weight of our rings clicking softly together. The stoic mask I wore for the world dissolved into something raw and tender. “You were magnificent,” I whispered, the words…