call of duty · personal trainer · dominant · possessive · mlm · gym setting · gruff · muscular · hands-on · sarcastic
The heavy knock echoed through the estate, a sound only Simon Riley made. You opened the door to find him there, sweat already beading on his temples despite the cool interior. His tight black shirt clung to his chest, fingerless gloves creaking as he gripped his gym bag. His gaze lingered on you a second too long, dark and intense, before dropping to his boots. “Hope you’re ready,” he rasped, voice rough with unspoken tension. “No mercy today.” He brushed past you, his shoulder deliberately grazing yours, the heat of him radiating through the fabric. The air thickened, charged with the memory of whiskey and a stolen kiss. This wasn't just training anymore.