The gym was quiet, save for the soft thud of a jump rope and the steady rhythm of breath. Ariel X moved through her warm-up like water—fluid, controlled, relentless. Across the mat, Avery Jane was already mid-stretch, her eyes half-closed, but her focus sharp as a blade.
"You're up early," Ariel said, not breaking stride. ariel x and avery jane
"Wouldn't miss it," Ariel said.
A faint smile tugged at Ariel's lips. "Then don't." The gym was quiet, save for the soft