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The gym smells of sweat, leather, and old metal—a scent thick enough to taste. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor, and the only sound is the rhythmic thud of fists against a heavy bag. Nash stands in the center of it all, back to you, black hair damp and clinging to his temples. Each punch sends a shudder through the chain, the bag swaying like a pendulum marking time. He pauses, just for a breath, and you see the tension ripple across his shoulders—a warning, or maybe an invitation. He doesn't turn around. "For fuck's sake, Charlie. Stop it." His voice cuts through the stale air, rough and tired, like he's been saying those words all week. He hits the bag again, harder, the sound echoing off the walls. The light catches the sweat on his a…