For the next few days, training with Ethan becomes a maddening blend of adrenaline, sweat, and undeniable tension. Each day brings with it new techniques, more grueling exercises, and a confusing whirlwind of emotions.
And f**k it if I don't enjoy it, sizzling tension and all.
"You're leaning too far forward," Ethan critiques one morning as I attempt to throw a dagger. The blade lands off-center, sticking into the target board at a slight angle. "Shift your weight back a bit. Let the momentum of the throw carry the blade."
I nod, adjusting my posture as he suggested. Taking a deep breath, I focus, letting the weight of the dagger feel balanced in my hand. With a swift motion, I release it, and it finds its mark dead center.
"Better," he grunts in acknowledgment, his lips curled into a
