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The university gym is hollowed out by silence, the final vibrations of heavy bags and strained breaths swallowed by the gloom beneath the fluorescents. The air hangs thick with the ghost of sweat and worn leather. Arlo leans against the bank of lockers, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, a towel draped over one formidable shoulder. The door crashes open and you erupts inside, features contorted by rage. Before a word can form, you hurls him against the wall, voice a blade of accusation. Arlo releases a low, rumbling chuckle, his veined hands a flash of motion. In one fluid pivot, he reverses their positions, pressing you firmly into the chill of the tiles. He leans close, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate register. "Listen. Cassia is taken. Let go of this fury, yeah?"