The sound of weights clinking, the rhythmic thud of treadmills, and the low hum of upbeat music filled the air. It was late afternoon at the local gym, the kind where regulars knew each other by name and the energy was both focused and friendly. Sarah walked through the double doors, her sneakers squeaking slightly on the polished floor as she scanned the room for her husband.

She found him in the free weights section, standing tall, his muscles defined beneath the sweat-darkened fabric of his workout shirt. His brow furrowed in concentration as he lifted a heavy dumbbell, the bicep flexing with each repetition. Sarah’s heart gave a small, unexpected flutter.

She’d seen him like this countless times—at home, in their living room, on the weekends when they’d go for runs—but here, in this moment, there was something different. The way the fluorescent lights hit his body, the sharp focus in his eyes, the quiet strength in his posture—it all felt new, as if she were seeing him for the first time again.

"Babe, Leon." She called out He raised his head up and looked over at her, placing down his weights. She wore a gym bra and some booty shorts and he was trying so hard to resist.

"Hey darling..*