As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, it painted long golden streaks across the luxurious marble floors of Arthur's sprawling bedroom.
Fresh from a steamy shower, he stepped out, steam swirling around his sculpted physique like a soft embrace.
The bathroom was nothing short of a modern luxury sanctuary, onyx tiles gleamed under gilded fixtures, and a mirror so vast it seemed to lead to another realm reflected his every move.
He ran a hand through his damp hair, watching as droplets cascaded down his chest in the mirror's reflection.
"Not bad for a man destined for greatness," he murmured, flexing his shoulders with pride.
Months of rigorous training with Silvester, tailored nutrition plans, therapy sessions, and let's not forget the Gene Evolution Liquid, had transformed him into a living testament to discipline.
Every muscle was defined; every curve of his abdomen sharp enough to cut glass.
