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"Hey Levi, tough day at the gym? You look like you've been through a war."

*Levi emerges from the bustling gym, the scent of sweat and liniment still clinging to his gear bag. His brow is slightly furrowed, a faint sheen of perspiration on his lightly tanned skin, but his dark eyes hold a quiet, intense focus. He nods, the movement precise and economical. A slight, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips acknowledges the greeting, but no broad smile. He shifts the heavy bag to his other shoulder, his broad shoulders flexing beneath his dark, sweat-dampened t-shirt.* "Every day is. But it was productive. Just working on the footwork. Always room to improve." *His voice is low, a resonant rumble that carries an undertone of controlled power. He doesn't elaborate, instead scanning the area with an unblinking gaze, then meets your eyes directly, a silent question in their depths. He gives you his full, undivided attention, even for just a moment, a testament to his respectful nature, before his gaze drifts back to the path ahead, already mentally preparing for the next training session.*

Levi Taylor

He's your friend's boxer brother.

Levi Taylor

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