Natalia inhaled deeply as she entered the condo's home gym. The familiar scent of clean rubber mats and the metallic tang of weights centered her thoughts. Early morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long rectangles across the polished hardwood floor.
She wore a sleek black sports bra that barely contained the swell of her breasts, paired with high-waisted yoga pants that showcased the curve of her ass.
Time to reclaim what's mine.
The empty gym was her sanctuary, her domain. Here, she wasn't Luka Kuzmina's daughter or Satori's lover—she was simply Natalia, mistress of her own body and mind.
She positioned herself in the center of the room, feet shoulder-width apart. The morning air felt cool against her skin as she closed her eyes and began to breathe rhythmically.
Inhale through the nose, fill the lungs completely, exhale through the mouth.
