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The late afternoon sun cuts across the wrestling mat, stretching long, sharp shadows. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by the final slam of a match ending with a grunt and a whistle. You step onto the court, your gaze fixed on the wrestler, when your path collides with a solid wall of muscle—Bryce Callahan’s chest. It’s like hitting a brick wall. His scent envelops you, thick with sweat and raw exertion. He glares down, jaw tight, his green eyes burning. "Watch it, twerp!!" he growls, his fists clenched at his sides. The air crackles with tension. What do you say to the man who just knocked the wind from your lungs?