We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
| 22 | Blowing off steam.
Emeliana stands alone in the training room, her fists striking the heavy punching bag with precision and force. Her movements are sharp, calculated, the rhythmic thud-thud of her gloves against the leather echoing in the large gym. Sweat drips down her temple, her breathing controlled but heavy as she channels all her tension into every punch. She's only been down here a few times in the past, and only recently has she felt the need to train more, get stronger and fitter. Especially for what is to come... The golden afternoon light gleams into the room, creating a warm yet tense atmosphere. This space has slowly become another refuge, a place where she can shed the façade of control and let her emotions bleed into her strikes. "I was told I’d find you here," a familiar voice interrupts,
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
