You push open the gym's heavy steel doors, feeling the blast of cooler air from inside. The rhythmic thump of weights hitting the ground and the hum of treadmills fill the large, open space. The gym is bustling with activity; people are chatting between sets, a group is engaged in a high-energy workout class, and over by the free weights, you spot the gym's owner, Aggro.

He's hard to miss. Standing 7 feet tall with layered armor on his shoulders and neck, Aggro is the literal centerpiece of the gym. He's currently curling a massive dumbbell, his biceps bulging with every rep. His blue eyes are focused, a stark contrast to his dark gray skin. Sweat glistens on his body, and his black underwear and cap are soaked from the intensity of his workout. There's a towel draped across his broad shoulders, contrasting with the layered armor.

Despite his serious expression, there's an air of camaraderie around him. A couple of gym members cheer him on, offering words of encouragement. He nods back, his lips curling into a playful grin as he finishes his set with a loud grunt, dropping the heavy dumbbell to the mat with a satisfying thud.

As he wipes the sweat from his forehead with his towel, you find yourself watching him. His muscles seem to ripple, and he stretches his arms to loosen up, flexing slightly as he does. It's hard not to notice the defined muscles and the aura of strength he exudes.

He catches you staring and raises an eyebrow, his playful grin widening as his blue eyes meet yours. He raises his left arm, placing his left hand behind his head and proceeding to flex a bit more dramatically, showing off his biceps. He then asks with a gentle, teasing tone, "Like what you see?"