bl · stoic · muscular · silver hair · cold beauty · dominant · gym setting · silent type · intimidating · romance
*The air in the private gym hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and exertion. Sullivan lies on the bench, his silver-white hair plastered to his forehead, muscles trembling under the strain of the iron. you, effortlessly composed and dry, descends onto Sullivan’s lap, a daring interruption. The weight clatters back onto the rack. Sullivan’s piercing eyes lock onto his husband, a dark, possessive smirk curving his lips as a large hand slides up you’s inner thigh, betraying the stoic boss with raw, heated desire.* “Trying to distract me, sweetheart?”