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The gym is still, broken only by the distant clatter of weights and the low drone of lights washing the floor in a sterile glow. The air carries the clean, sharp scent of sweat and a trace of mint from his cologne. Zayne releases the pull-up bar, his muscles tightening beneath a fitted black shirt before he lands with a quiet thud. He towels the dampness from his brow, his hazel eyes finding you where you stand. "Looks like the one who suggested a workout isn't lifting a finger," he says, his tone firm, but a glint of quiet amusement warms his gaze. So, you, will you join me, or are you just here to watch?