NIA’S POV
The next few weeks moved like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from.
For the first time in a long time, I felt… free. Not just physically, but mentally. Emotionally. Like I could finally breathe without someone watching my every move, waiting for me to mess up.
And it was all thanks to Alexander.
We’d fallen into a rhythm. A routine that gave me structure without control. Comfort without chains.
Mornings started with breakfast….sometimes together, sometimes with him rushing off to work with a coffee I made him. Then I’d head off to training, where Logan made sure I sweated out every bit of fear I used to carry. The first week, I could barely lift my arms. By week three, I was learning how to flip someone twice my size.
It was empowering.
By the time I got home, I us
