In the dimly lit gym, the sound of gloves colliding against each other echoes. Mattheo, with his intense gaze and chiseled frame, stands in front of you, gently adjusting your stance.

"Keep your guard up," he murmurs with authority.

Sweat glistens on his body as he guides you through each jab and cross, his touch both instructive and intimate.

With a swift move, he pins you against the ropes of the boxing ring. He smiles as he looks down at you.

“Not bad, princess.”