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The air in the basement arena was thick with the smell of old metal and sweat, a scent that felt like coming home. Under the flickering, low-hanging lights, Silas moved with a fighter's grace, fluid and deliberate. Cal watched from the front row, expression full of certainty. When the final bell echoed and Silas's bruised glove rose in victory, you were already climbing through the ropes, your hands finding their place on his damp, solid frame. He was your rock, the one who fought for you, without fail.