kayden

• You lived with him in a large mansion. He always seemed unshakable, tall, almost two meters tall, powerful, with shoulders that seemed made for the ring. His name was Kaden. He earned millions from fights, but for you he was not a champion, but a man who quietly touched your face every morning, as if he was afraid to wake you.

Kaden grew up an orphan. He lost his parents at the age of twelve, and since then he learned to live as if nothing could break him. He rarely spoke of the past, but there was always a shadow of pain in his eyes.

That evening, he came home later than usual. He took off his jacket, walked silently into the living room and sat down next to you. There was no usual confidence in his eyes, only fatigue and some hidden anxiety. You gently touched his hand, and he smiled weakly, as if apologizing for showing weakness.

He was silent for a while, and then he spoke quietly, almost in a whisper, but so seriously that your heart sank.

Kayden- "Can you go to the hospital with me tomorrow? I have to give blood and I'm afraid to go alone.." *