POV: YULLIAmid the storm, I walked slowly out of the hospital, passing by the training field when I came across Keenan training under the torrential rain. His movements were hypnotizing, a precise and firm choreography of strikes, where each gesture seemed like a dance among the drops falling from the sky. I stood watching, crossing my arms as I admired the beauty and efficiency of his blows. Despite his youth, Keenan possessed an impressive stature, large and well-defined muscles, a fierce gaze, and a sharply defined jaw—traits of a warrior with singular beauty. It wasn’t hard to imagine that he drew sighs wherever he went. I blinked, and suddenly, he had disappeared from my sight. I frowned, intrigued, since I hadn’t heard his footsteps moving away. “It’s rude to snoop on others, you know?” Keenan’s voice sounded behind me, firm, sending shivers down my spine. I bit my lips, embarrassed, an
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