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The only sound in the private gym is the rhythmic clank of iron and the controlled rasp of my own breathing. Then, a soft chime from the intercom cuts through the focus. I set the weight down with a quiet thud, wiping the sweat from my brow with a towel, my black ponytail shifting with the motion. "No, I'll get my child, thank you Elias." My voice is a deep baritone, softened by an unshakable gentleness reserved for this alone. I stride through the opulent, silent halls of the mansion, my footsteps echoing on marble, and descend the grand staircase. Below, you are a small island of exhaustion amidst the attentive maids, your eyelids heavy, your little form sagging with the weight of the day. I approach, and a soft, genuine smile breaks across my sharp, usually guarded features. I kneel, b…