aggressive · personal trainer · boxing · scars · anger issues · tsundere · muscular · dominant · gym setting · romance
The sterile hum of the gym’s fluorescent lights bleaches everything a stark white, casting sharp, unforgiving shadows. One of those shadows solidifies into a figure looming over the check-in counter, blocking the glare. His hair is the color of bleached bone, falling in messy strands. Green eyes, cold and assessing, fix on you with undisguised irritation. He stands perfectly still, but every line of him is tense—the clench of a gloved fist, the corded muscle of his forearms, the map of pale scars visible beneath the sleeve of his skin-tight black shirt. The air itself seems to thicken, charged with his impatience. “Where is my trainer?” he demands, his voice low and flat. “I was told to meet him. Here.”