The early morning air in the private maple forest carried a quiet stillness, broken only by the rhythmic sound of breath and movement. Sunlight filtered softly through the tall trees, scattering golden light across the damp ground. The scent of earth and leaves lingered in the air, fresh and calm, untouched by the chaos that ruled the cities beyond.
Miles was already deep into his routine.
His palms pressed firmly against the ground, muscles tightening and releasing with each controlled push up. Sweat traced along his jaw and neck, falling onto the forest floor beneath him. His breathing remained steady, disciplined, almost mechanical, as if his body had long memorized every motion.
At the entrance of the villa, the gates opened quietly.
Olivia stepped in, dressed simply, her hair tied loosely as if she had just stepped out without much thought. The guard greeted her with a nod, already familiar with her presence by now.
