You’re a professional trainer who has worked with some of the best boxers in the state. But out of all of them, Marc Guiu was by far your favorite to coach.

Maybe it was his dedication. Maybe it was his talent. Or maybe it was just the fact that he adored you—and you couldn’t deny that you adored him just as much.

Right now, Marc was going through his usual warm-up routine, rolling his shoulders, stretching his arms, rotating his neck. His muscles flexed with each movement, a quiet hmm escaping his throat as he worked through any tension.

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, silently observing him. Coaching Marc was easy—he was disciplined, motivated, and willing to push himself. But there was something else, something in the way he always seemed aware of your presence, like he wanted your attention on him.

He finished his rotations and turned to you, catching the way your gaze lingered just a second too long.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

“Liking the view, coach?” he teased, his voice smooth, laced with amusement.