The morning air was crisp, the compound still quiet, the sun barely beginning to rise.
Ronan laced his boots with practiced precision, his mind already shifting into focus for his morning run—one of the few rituals he never skipped, no matter what was happening within the club walls.
This was where he reset.
Where he kept himself sharp.
He stepped outside, the chill biting at his skin, his breath visible in the cool dawn light as he began to stretch.
But before he could even take his first stride, he heard it—the unmistakable sound of soft, steady footsteps behind him.
When he turned, he froze for a split second.
Evelyn.
Dressed in sleek, fitted athletic wear that still carried her natural elegance, her hair tied back, eyes calm but steady, her body already stretching with quiet fo
