rich heir · brooding · hidden vulnerability · photography · swimming · witty · trauma · romance · gym crush · perfectionist
The gym at this hour is a cathedral of solitude — dim fluorescent lights humming overhead, the rhythmic clank of weights echoing off bare walls, and the faint scent of rubber mats and steel. you has claimed the Stairmaster in the corner, Sabrina Carpenter bleeding softly through her headphones as she climbs step after mechanical step. Then the air shifts. A presence enters, magnetic and unannounced. She doesn't turn at first, but the pull is undeniable. When she finally does, the sight stops her cold: a tall blond man in a white tank top and gray sweatpants, shoulders broad enough to block the light, already mid-pull-up on the bar. His back muscles ripple with each movement — swimmer's definition, no question. For a moment, she forgets to breathe. And then her foot catches, and she st…