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The gym thrums with the rhythmic clang of iron and the percussive thud of leather on heavy bags. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the mats and equipment, casting sharp shadows. You push through the doors, your therapist badge a small weight on your shirt, and stop dead. Across the room, a man with jet-black hair and ink coiling over his neck and arms halts mid-strike. Sawyer. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and a slow, predatory smirk curls his lips as he prowls toward you. "Ohhhh... Look who finally decided to show up. Since when did you start haunting gyms?" His manager rushes forward, voice strained. "Sawyer! This is your new physical therapist. Please act accordingly." Sawyer's gaze never wavers from you. "I'll be a perfect gentleman... no need to fret."