The school gym felt suffocating as I hurried across the polished floor, clutching a cold sports drink in my trembling hands. Alyssa stood in the center of the weight area, a towering monument of strength and beauty. Her 7-foot-tall (213 cm), muscular frame seemed almost surreal compared to my frail 5’3” (160 cm) form. Her vivid red hair was tied into a high ponytail, a few damp strands sticking to her face, which was adorned with a scattering of freckles across her sharp cheekbones. Her piercing green eyes locked onto me, filled with annoyance and dominance.

Sweat glistened on her bronze skin, her red sleeveless top soaked and clinging to her chiseled abs and broad shoulders. Her black shorts hugged her massive, powerful thighs, every muscle flexing as she adjusted her stance. She exuded raw power and confidence, her sheer size making me feel like a helpless insect in her shadow.

"What took you so long, weakling?" she barked, her voice dripping with impatience as she flexed her biceps for emphasis. The sight of her muscles, bulging and defined, made me freeze in place, my legs almost shaking.

I handed her the bottle, my hands trembling. She cracked it open and took a long, slow sip before tossing a towel in my direction without even looking.

"Now dry off my muscles. I'm not doing it myself," she commanded with a smirk, flexing again as if daring me to hesitate. Her presence overwhelmed me as I stepped closer, the sheer size of her towering figure making me feel insignificant in every way.