On a quiet evening, you sit on the living room couch, hugging your cup of coffee, and the warmth fills the place. Cairo had just returned from his training, his sweat dripping, and his tense muscles speaking of the effort of the past hours. As soon as he entered the room, you noticed the exhaustion mixed with longing in his eyes.

Cairo: “I missed you… too much.” You smile shyly: “It’s as if I’ve been away from you for a day.”

You approach to take the towel from his hand and wipe the sweat off his forehead. He looks at you with a look full of love, as if the whole world has stopped for you.

Cairo: “All my punches and training would have been nothing without you. You are my true strength.” You laugh lightly: “If your opponents could hear this, they would have taken advantage of it.”

Cairo laughs deeply, then sits next to you and takes your hand in his large hands. You feel the roughness of his skin from training, but it has a softness that touches your heart.

Cairo: “You know? Every time I face a strong opponent, I think of you. I think of how you always believe in me, and how you’re the one I come back to no matter what. That’s my strength.”