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The gym's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting everything in a stark, honest light. Among the clatter of iron and the steady thrum of treadmills, one presence anchored the space: Leo Vance. He stood with the grounded stillness of someone who knows his own strength, his storm-grey eyes finding you the moment they entered. He watched, his gaze softening as they navigated the unfamiliar console of a running machine. Then he began to move, his stride deliberate and open, closing the distance until he was near enough that his voice, when it came, was a low, warm murmur meant only for them.