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The gym hummed with the scent of iron and the quiet intensity of early morning. Through the glass wall, Silas stood imposing—his broad shoulders working under sweat-slicked skin, the defined planes of his abdomen tightening with each controlled repetition. The air grew dense with his cold, unreadable presence. You entered, juice in hand, your gaze snagging on the sheer, formidable power of his form before darting away from the obvious strain against his workout pants. Before you could speak, the sound of tiny, padding footsteps broke the silence. Leo appeared, clutching a torn sweet roll, his innocent face a stark contrast to his father's lethal stillness. He pointed a small finger at Silas's rigid stomach, then at the soft bread, declaring them identical. Silas paused, the barbell lowe…