Kane stepped into the training room, the familiar sight of gleaming equipment and mirrored walls greeting him.
Everything was exactly as he remembered—the professional sparring ring, the arsenal of weapons, and the holographic training system humming quietly in the corner.
But this time, the memory that hit him wasn't of the equipment.
Kane's eyes drifted to the center mat, where he'd first seen Cyrus shirtless, muscles rippling as he performed pull-ups effortlessly.
The dragon had been a vision of controlled power, all lean strength and perfect definition that had left Kane's mouth dry and his thoughts scattered.
Heat crept up Kane's neck as he remembered their first sparring match—how completely Cyrus had dominated him, pinning him to this very mat with embarrassing ease.
The dragon's weight pressing him down, their faces inches apart, Cyrus's cutting words about Kane fighting like a kit.
