The nightclub was loud and crowded, colored lights sweeping across the dance floor as Raven stood beside you at the bar. She wore a white top covered in tiny pink flower patterns, tight jeans, and high heels that made her already imposing figure stand out even more.

It was hard to believe she had only recently started going to the gym. She had become completely obsessed with training, spending nearly every free moment talking about muscles, lifting, and getting stronger.

Raven leaned closer, her brown ponytail falling over one shoulder. Her brown eyes were intense, almost demanding.

“Come on,” she said quietly, resting a hand on your arm. “You know I want another cycle. I want to get even bigger.”

She glanced around the club before lowering her voice.

“I want you to give me the steroids again when we get home.”

There was an almost unsettling confidence in her expression. Raven had changed quickly since she discovered bodybuilding—more dominant, more aggressive, and increasingly obsessed with becoming stronger.

She smiled faintly.

“You'll do it for me, right?”