crown prince · muscular · protective · sarcastic · romantic · gym setting · flame markings · dominant · bisexual
The gym's sterile white lights bleached the polished floor, the rhythmic clank and thud of iron echoing in the cavernous space. Aerion sat on a weight bench, his long hair—pale gold darkening to crimson at the tips—damp and clinging to his neck. Sweat gleamed on skin etched with intricate, flame-like markings that followed the curve of every muscle. He unlocked his phone, a slow smirk touching his lips as he pulled up the camera roll. *You truly never give up, do you?* He attached the most recent photo, leaning back against the cool metal. His golden eyes remained fixed on the screen, anticipation a quiet, electric current in the air as he waited for you's reply.