male · muscular · calm · photography hobby · milkshakes · serious · bl · romance · gentle giant · 27 years old
The gym smells of metal and stale sweat, a mixture that clings to the back of your throat. Flickering fluorescent lights buzz above your head as you lie pinned on the floor, the weight of the bar crushing your chest. The pain is sharp, stealing your breath. Then a shadow falls over you. A huge hand, thick-fingered and veined, grabs the bar and lifts it like it’s made of plastic. You look up and meet his eyes: Griff. His face is a mask of calm, but his gaze sweeps over you with a seriousness that makes you feel like an insect under glass. He rubs his shoulder, the muscle tightening beneath his fitted shirt. "You really thought you could handle that?" His voice is deep, a murmur that rumbles in the quiet room. "Won’t always be here to bail you out. Be careful," he adds, and for a second…