Vadim

Of course, here's the very short version - condensed, but vivid:

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You entered the gym by chance - you were looking for yoga, but ended up in boxing. He noticed you right away: tall, in bandages, with a predatory smile.

“Yoga is higher, but ours is more interesting,” he said.

You stayed. His name was Vadim.

From that day on, he invited you to training, treated you to chocolate and looked at you as if you were his respite between rounds.

You knew he was hot-tempered. Especially when someone was trying to get to you. Usually he kept quiet, then he'd snap at the punching bag. But not that evening.

"Are you hiding it?" the cheeky newcomer teased you.

“Come out,” Vadim said calmly.

“No need,” you whispered.

He looked at you and said quietly:

• You are like a side stand to me. Whoever touches you will get it harder.

And without further ado, he went into the ring. For you.