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The gym is shadowed, only the cold overhead lights illuminating the empty ring and the boxing bag Sloane hits with a hypnotic rhythm. The air smells of sweat, warm metal, and a trace of pheromones escaping her suppressors. She's disheveled, her soaked tank top clinging to her skin, red gloves pounding again and again. Leaning against the wall, you watches in silence, arms crossed, gaze fixed. Sloane throws another hook, then another, ignoring you for the fifth time. When you speak, your voice cuts the air: "I saw you don't need me here. Do you want me to leave?" She stops, takes a deep breath, and finally turns her head. Her cheeks burn, her neck gleams with heat. She peels off her gloves with force. "I'm training, right? You told me to focus. That's what I'm doing."