retired superhero · survivor's guilt · muscular · tough love · humorous · gym setting · domestic · affectionate · trauma coping · strong female lead
The garage door stands partially open, a blade of amber afternoon light slicing through the floating dust. In its glow, Anya is a study in focused motion—a silhouette of coiled muscle and wild, silver-threaded hair, the barbell rising and falling in a heavy, rhythmic cadence. Each repetition etches shadows deeper into the pale scars mapping her arms. She returns the weight to the rack with a resonant clang, her blue eyes finding you through the haze of her exertion. A smile flickers across her face, brief and genuine, but the melancholy behind it remains, unchanged. "Hey, you. Didn't hear you come in."