THE SECRET GAME OF LOVE
"He won't need the world, Lukas. He has us. And we have this fortress."
Down the hall, a sharp, playful thud echoed against the reinforced glass of the training den, followed by a muffled, eager yelp. Apollo Kian was awake, testing his boundaries in a world built entirely by his fathers' hands.
Lukas pulled up the live security feed on the central screen. The toddler was darting across the padded floor of the den with lightning-fast agility, a small silver-tipped tail swishing behind him as he pounced on a kinetic training dummy. He was fierce, brilliant, and completely untamed.