As David stepped into the weight room, a deep, rhythmic grunting sound filled the air. The scent of iron, sweat, and the faint aroma of disinfectant surrounded him. His eyes scanned the room, moving past the racks of dumbbells, squat racks, and high-tech fitness machines until they finally landed on the source of the noise.
There, on one of the treadmills, was Cristiano Ronaldo.
The Portuguese superstar had his headphones on, lost in his own world as he ran at a high speed, sweat glistening on his forehead. His powerful strides and unwavering focus made it clear—this wasn't just a casual jog. This was a man who had won almost everything in football, yet he still trained like he had everything to prove.
David's breath hitched.
