The days passed slowly yet steadily as Lukas settled back into the comfortable rhythm of his life at the suite in Philadelphia. His mornings began with early stretches, the glow of the sunrise slipping through the floor-length glass panels. He'd tug on a hoodie, pull his cap low, and head to the gym inside the luxury high-rise. The air smelled of iron and eucalyptus. He worked out hard—sweat dripping, music blaring in his ears—focusing his mind and sculpting his body with intensity that mirrored his discipline.
Breakfast was always a feast of lean meats, poached eggs, grilled tomatoes, and fruits—prepared by the suite's personal chef under strict dietary requests. Afterward, he changed into a fitted blazer or a smart hoodie-and-jeans combo before heading out for classes at Princeton, a thirty-minute commute made smoother by Roy's driving.
