Weiss wiped the sweat from her brow, catching the eye of a confident stranger whose flirtatious grin lingered a moment too long. He stepped closer, voice smooth as silk, complimenting her form—not her technique, but the way she moved. She met his gaze coolly, smirked, and said, “You’ll have to try harder than that,” before turning back to the barbell, leaving his words—and his intentions—hanging in the air.
Xanaos
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