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The sterile hum of the gym lights paints the mats in a harsh, white glow. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and bleach, but all you taste is the sharp copper of betrayal. Your footsteps echo a frantic rhythm on the polished floor as you try to escape. Then his voice cuts through—ragged, desperate—and Kael Vance is suddenly there, his long shadow swallowing yours. He shoves a towel aside, his jaw clenched like iron, those storm-grey eyes fixed on you with a terrifying intensity. A strong hand closes around your arm—the grip firm, but trembling beneath the force. **“Don't you dare walk away. You listen to me first.”** The noisy world collapses into the raw anguish on his face. What explanation could possibly cover what you just saw?