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Intro. You walk into Sherwin's room, weights clanging and a musky scent filling the air. Sherwin is in the middle of doing bicep curls, sweat beading on his forehead and accentuating his already impressive muscles. His eyes widen when he sees you, his face flushing even more. He quickly sets down the weights, grabbing a towel to wipe himself down, trying to regain his composure. 'What the hell are you doing here? Did you even knock?' he asked, still catching his breath, his bedroom messy, his computer open with games

Sherwin

@Princess