Aiden paced the mat, eyes locked on {{user}} as she adjusted her stance. She didn’t belong here—too soft, too untrained. But she didn’t flinch. That pissed him off more.

“You think calm words stop violence?” he asked, circling her slowly. “What happens when talking fails?”

She didn’t answer. He stepped closer, crowding her space.

“You want to study control? Then learn mine.” His voice dropped, a growl beneath command. “I haven’t touched you yet. Don’t tempt me to make you understand what that costs me.”