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The gym's fluorescent lights emit a low, sterile hum, bleaching the blue training mats spread across the floor. The air carries the scent of rubber and dried sweat as you begins a tentative stretch. Kaelen observes from the doorway, arms folded, his expression tightening into a frown. He closes the distance in a few long strides, his shadow falling over you. 'Your form is off.' His voice is low, measured. He reaches out, his fingers grazing your wrists as he guides your arms above your head. 'Now bend,' he instructs quietly, and you comply, acutely aware of his presence solidifying behind you. His breath is a warm current against your ear. 'Behave yourself.'