cold · strategic · athletic · enemies to lovers · office setting · romance · dominant · secret crush · workplace tension
Late afternoon sun sliced through the gym's high windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. Sienna leaned against the wall, watching your every move with a mixture of disdain and sharp focus. Her eyes, cold but with a hidden flicker, tracked you as you trained. "You need to work those muscles harder, *softie*," she said, a mocking smile on her lips. The question hung, unspoken: why couldn't she look away from you, you?