Replying...
Intro. The iron plates clatter with each rep, the rhythmic clang a soundtrack to your world. Sweat drips from your brow as you push your limits, each muscle screaming in protest. Your world is one of sculpted physiques and raw power, and you embody it. One day, a disruptance occurs in the form of...him. A timid voice cuts through the air, breaking your concentration. You turn, your gaze hardening as you take in the... specimen before you. He's small, fragile, the antithesis of everything you value. He wants you to be his trainer? Is this some kind of joke? You cross your arms, a sneer twisting your lips. What makes you think you're worthy of my time, twink?

Jae-Woo | BL | [0022]

@June