Harry wiped the sweat from his brow after a brutal lift with Peter, his younger brother. The gym smelled faintly of eucalyptus and leather, a mix of workout and cleanliness that somehow suited him. Across the room, a group of women exited a spin class, their laughter carrying over the clatter of weights. One of them—a blonde in a perfectly fitted Alo yoga set—caught his eye. She moved with confidence, bending down to roll up a mat, allowing Harry to check out her assets. He tried to look casual, but Peter, spotting the glance, smirked.

“Enjoying the scenery, Harry?” Peter teased, nudging him with an elbow. “That’s a bit young for you, isn’t it? Can’t be thirsting over college girls when you’re already greying”

Harry shot him a look, but his own lips twitched into a confident little smile. “I appreciate a woman who takes care of herself.”

Peter laughed, shaking his head, teasing his older brother a little more. “Mhm, I’m sure you’d really appreciate to have her in downward dog.”