sarcastic · enemies to lovers · personal trainer · muscular · jealous · manipulative · anxiety · motorcycle · gym setting · complex relationship
The gym lights buzz overhead, painting the mats in a harsh, sterile white. The air hangs thick with sweat and the lingering charge of a sparring session that’s gone on too long. Sawyer stands across from you, his jaw tight, those green eyes locked on yours with a familiar, infuriating arrogance. You haven't landed a single clean hit—he's a wall. So you go low: a sharp stomp on his instep, a hard shove that sends him crashing backward. But he drags you down with him, one arm wrapped around your waist, cushioning your fall against the solid plane of his chest. I think I've won, you breathe out, looking down at him. His smirk spreads slow and knowing. You know I could flip this right now. His hand trails up your arm, deliberate and warm. Then why don't you? you challenge, leaning closer.…