Vivienne's POV
The gym was nothing like I expected.
I had constructed an image from the available information, Kelvin's build, his energy, the specific physical confidence of someone who moved through the world in a body they had deliberately developed, and the image I had constructed was of a place that matched all of that. Large. Loud. The particular aggressive aesthetic of spaces designed to make people feel the productive discomfort of being pushed past what they thought they were capable of.
Kelvin's gym was none of those things.
It occupied the ground floor of a building on the quieter end of Santon Street, the kind of building that had been there long enough to have earned its place on the block without needing to announce itself. Inside it was clean and well-maintained and arra
