Villain Ch 1567. Smudged Lipstick [Part 1]
The music was soft but rhythmic—just enough to drown out wandering thoughts, unless someone had a mind that spiraled like Sophia's. Unfortunately, she did.
The mat beneath her felt warm from her body heat. Her arms held steady, extended perfectly as she hovered mid-plank. Her breath flowed with control. Form clean. Core engaged. She looked straight ahead. A mirror reflected back a line of focused women in tight leggings and sports bras, synchronized in their slow, methodical burn of movement. And right at the front?
Larissa.
Commanding. Precise. Silent.
"Hold it… hold… now extend—core tight," Larissa instructed, her voice clear and clipped, walking between rows of mats like a general inspecting her soldiers.
Sophia copied her movement exactly.
To the second.
To the breath.
She held the pose. She made it look easy. Beautiful.
And best of all?
Larissa hadn't said a word to correct her the entire session.
That was rare.
