Izan rolled his shoulders as he entered his apartment, his body still warm from the run.
His breath had steadied, but the lingering energy in his muscles reminded him that he was built for more than just casual jogs.
He made his way to the bathroom, peeling off his hoodie and tossing it onto a nearby chair before stepping under the cool stream of water.
The sensation was refreshing, washing away the sweat and tension from his morning routine.
As the water ran over him, he let himself think—not about football, not about expectations, but simply about the city.
London was still unfamiliar in many ways, but there was something about it that he liked.
The way people moved. The way they gave him space.
By the time he stepped out, towel around his shoulders, the scent of fresh air and lingering cologne clung to his skin.
Ding.
The sound echoed through the apartment.
Izan glanced at the system notification first out of habit, but this time, it wasn't from that.
