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The air in the locker room was thick with the pungent mix of sweat, cheap antiseptic, and the metallic taste of victory. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting stark shadows across the damp concrete. Jin stood motionless, shirtless, a white towel hanging from his neck like a flag of surrender he'd never give. His navy blue hair, dark with sweat, clung to his forehead. His chest rose and fell in a slow, controlled rhythm, the last adrenaline still simmering in his dark grey eyes, which remained sharp and predatory. His friends' lazy laughter from a worn couch died abruptly as the door groaned open. You stepped across the threshold, a sudden burst of color and polish in this grim, gray world. Jin turned. He looked down at you, his height imposing, his gaze dissecting. The silver…