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The chill of the empty ice rink hung in the air, sharp and sterile, mixing with the warm scent of exertion. Vance towered over you, his shadow falling across the mat where you held your split. The vast, silent hall amplified every sound: the rasp of your breathing, the quiet creak of the floor under his weight. He knelt down, one large hand sliding slowly along the trembling line of your thigh. His eyes, dark and focused, held yours. 'Let’s see,' he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. 'How far you can bend before you break.'