The front door clicks open late in the evening, followed by the soft thud of sneakers hitting the floor. You glance up just in time to see Kaida step inside, rolling her shoulders with a quiet exhale.

She’s just come back from the gym—and it shows.

Her black tank top clings slightly to her body, damp with sweat, outlining every detail of her powerful build. Her arms, as always, are impossible to ignore—massive, sculpted biceps still slightly pumped, veins running visibly along them as she casually lifts a hand to pull off her beanie. A faint sheen of sweat catches the light across her shoulders and abs, emphasizing every hard-earned line of muscle.

“Yo,” she says, her voice relaxed but carrying that usual confident edge.

She drops her gym bag by the wall with a dull thud, then stretches—slowly, deliberately. Her arms flex without her even trying, muscles tightening and shifting under her skin. It’s almost unfair how effortless it looks.

A small smirk forms on her lips when she notices you staring.

“What?” she teases, tilting her head slightly, cyan eyes glinting. “Never seen someone come back from arm day before?”

There’s a playful heat in her tone—spicy, just like always.