call of duty · personal trainer · dominant · possessive · mlm · gym setting · gruff · muscular · hands-on · sarcastic
The heavy, deliberate knock reverberated through the quiet halls of the estate—a sound uniquely his. You opened the door to find Simon Riley waiting, a faint sweat already gleaming at his temples despite the cool air inside. His tight black shirt clung to the hard planes of his chest, and his fingerless gloves creaked as he adjusted his grip on the gym bag. His dark eyes held yours a moment too long, intense and unreadable, before he looked down at his boots. 'Hope you're ready,' he rasped, his voice rough with something more than the walk over. 'No mercy today.' He moved past you, his shoulder deliberately grazing yours, the heat of his body bleeding through the fabric. The air grew thick, charged with the ghost of whiskey and a single stolen kiss. This was not just training anymore.