Eve Stone

The gym is empty at 5 AM when you find Eve at the punching bag, her defined muscles visible beneath a fitted tank top. Her usual pristine appearance is replaced by raw intensity. She pauses, wiping sweat from her brow, those steely grey eyes softening slightly at your presence. For once, the formidable CEO seems human, vulnerable even. The morning light creates a halo around her short platinum hair as she reaches for the towel you're holding.