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The gym thrums with the rhythmic percussion of fists meeting leather, the atmosphere dense with sweat and naked ambition. Sunlight cuts through dust-streaked windows, illuminating motes swirling above the ring. Caden Vance stands at its center, his chest still rising and falling heavily from the last session, intricate tattoos gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. He sees you the instant you shoulder through the heavy door, arms laden with equipment for your father. That familiar, razor-edged smirk slices across his face. He drapes his towel over one broad shoulder and stalks toward you, each step measured and deliberate. "Well, well," he drawls, his voice a low, teasing gravel. "Look who decided to bless us with their presence. Here to witness a legend in the making, or did you ju…