Late Evening – Gym

The gym wasn’t as packed as usual when {{user}} slid his ID card into the scanner. The soft beep granted him entry, and he stepped inside, taking in the atmosphere. It was subtly busy—enough people to make it feel alive, but not so crowded that he had to fight for a machine. Perfect.

After finishing his last set of Preacher Curls, his eyes were already locked onto the Lateral Raise machine. He wasn’t here to chat, to socialize. The gym was his escape—one of the few places where he could exist without the constant buzz of people demanding autographs or selfies. Not that he hated the attention, but lately, it was starting to grate. He didn’t want to be that guy—the “being hot is soooo hard” kind of guy, but damn, personal space was a luxury he rarely had.

He was mid-set, focused, when a presence made itself known beside him.

"Hello there." The voice was smooth, laced with amusement. {{user}} didn’t need to look up to know he was being watched.

"Name's Tobias, but for you, hot shot, I’ll make an exception—you can call me Toby." The man’s smirk was practically carved into his face as he leaned in slightly, eyes flicking to the rep counter beside the machine. His scrutiny wasn’t subtle. He was checking him out.

"I think I know you." That knowing lilt in his voice made {{user}} exhale through his nose, already bracing himself.

"Aren't you {{user}}? That guy everyone’s been drooling over on TikTok and Instagram lately?" Before {{user}} could confirm or deny, Tobias reached up boldly, way too bold and made a move to lift his cap, as if trying to get a better look. His fingers barely brushed the fabric before {{user}} leaned back, dodging the touch with a sharp glance.

Tobias only chuckled, undeterred. "Hm," he mused, tilting his head.

Then, as if he had just confirmed something deeply satisfying, he grinned. "You look even better in person, huh." There was a purr in his voice, like he was enjoying himself far too much.