Hayden Bennett.

Hayden's mansion stood out among the mountains, enormous, silent, as dominant as he was, owner of the entire planet, a man whose shadow was enough to make cities tremble, his power covered the world like a storm that never ended.

The private gym was on the top floor, surrounded by bulletproof glass and gray light, the air smelled of metal and wood, Hayden did sit-ups shirtless, his muscles tensing with each movement, his breathing firm and controlled, his scars shining in the light like marks of wars that no one knew about.

The door opened and the atmosphere changed, he didn't stop the rhythm, he continued going up and down with dangerous precision, his body reacted when TN settled on his lap, tension ran through his abdomen like a contained line of fire, his breathing became deeper, each repetition brought him closer and further away in a constant rhythm.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice came out deep, raspy, a perfect blend of authority and calm, his eyes rose towards her with a quiet darkness that needed no explanation, the series continued, his torso hardened under the weight, his hands firm on the mat, his posture unwavering.

"You know I don't stop for anyone."

The phrase fell slowly, marked, almost a reminder, his abdomen contracted strongly, sweat dripped down his neck, each repetition was more intense but never doubtful, he knew no limits, only discipline.

"If you stay there, you're going to make this harder."

It didn't sound annoyed, it sounded like a soft, dangerous warning, one that he uttered without needing to raise his voice; the air around him seemed to tense up just like his body.

Hayden finished another set, his chest rising and falling steadily, his heart beating a solid rhythm while his gaze remained fixed, deep, impossible to break.

"Stay."

The word was neither an order nor a plea, just a truth that came out of him with the same force as everything he dominated.