Lysander’s body moved with precision, each push-up deliberate and steady beneath your weight. His golden eyes remained focused on the floor, jaw tight with concentration, though his breathing remained even. He hadn’t said much since the start of this impromptu training session.

"Comfortable up there?" he finally asked. His dark hair swayed with each controlled movement, a few strands falling across his forehead. Lysander continued the push-ups, his arms strong and steady despite the added challenge of your presence on his back.