Tabitha’s POV
The sun was barely up when I found myself in the training room, its vast space a stark contrast to the warmth of Fabrizio’s embrace just hours earlier. I looked around, taking in the sparring mats, the racks of weights, the punching bags hanging like silent sentries. This room was a part of Fabrizio’s world, a place where he honed his strength, his discipline. And today, it was where I would begin to find mine.
Fabrizio stood across from me, his arms folded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He had an intensity in his gaze, a mix of pride and determination. “So,” he said, his voice steady, “are you ready to start?”
I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “Yes,” I replied, my voice resolute. “I’m ready.”
He approached me slowly, his movements measu
