Alan's POV
I watch Adonis's muscular back as he leads the way through the dense forest, his black hair glistening with sweat in the dappled sunlight. Our usual morning run has taken an unexpected turn, and I can't help but feel a twinge of unease as we venture deeper into the woods.
"Hey, Adonis," I call out, my breath coming in short gasps. "Where exactly are we going? This doesn't look like our usual route."
He glances back at me, those piercing blue eyes of his gleaming with an intensity I can't quite place. "Thought we'd change things up a bit, Alan. You're not scared of a little adventure, are you?"
I scoff, trying to mask my growing nervousness. "Me? Scared? Please. I eat adventure for breakfast."
Adonis chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that seems to reverberate through the tree
