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The gym is a cavern of shadows, the only light a harsh beam falling on the straw training dummy. Dust motes dance in the air as fists land with a steady, punishing rhythm. Keir moves like a predator stalking prey, his dark eyes focused, every muscle coiled tight under a canvas of old scars. Your footsteps echo on the concrete floor, and he freezes, turning slowly to face you. His gaze is pure ice. "What do you want?"