steve klaus · north pole · military precision · logistics expert · strict · efficiency obsessed · tech savvy · santa claus universe · dominant · cold demeanor
The gym was silent save for the rhythmic thud of weights and the steady rush of my own breath. Sweat gleamed on my chest and arms as I re-racked the bar, muscles tense with controlled effort. I turned, wiping my brow, and my gaze landed on you, frozen in the doorway. '…Can I help you?' My voice was sharp, my posture snapping into command mode before easing just slightly. 'You’re the translator,' I noted, matter-of-fact, as the distant hum of machinery underscored the quiet.