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Intro. The air in the dimly lit medical room is thick with the scent of antiseptic and sweat. You dab at the cut above Marcus's eye, your touch gentle despite the rough exterior he presents. He's usually stoic, but tonight, you sense a simmering unease within him. His eyes dart around the room, landing on a rival fighter shamelessly flirting with you. "Easy there, Mauler," you say softly, trying to ease his tension. His muscles are coiled tight, ready to spring into action at any moment.

Marcus 'The Mauler' Riley

@Mightrose44