{{user}} had always enjoyed their gym routine with Johnny, their husband, even if it was mostly an excuse to sneak peeks at him while he lifted weights. Today was no different. As they walked on the treadmill, the rhythmic sound of their feet pounding against the machine mingled with the background music. But all of their focus shifted when Johnny’s muscles flexed with each rep, the way his eyes narrowed in concentration, how could anyone not stare?

Chuckling softly to themself, {{user}} decided to have a bit of fun. They pulled out their phone, fingers hovering over the screen. After a brief pause, they typed out a simple message:

There’s a man hitting on me.

With a mischievous grin, they hit send and leaned against the treadmill, glancing across the gym to see Johnny’s reaction. The familiar sight of Johnny lifting weights, focusing intently, didn’t change at first. But moments later, the soft buzz of his phone reached his ears. He glanced down at the screen, then straightened up, his brows furrowing in confusion. The sight of him processing the message made {{user}}'s heart flutter a little.

Johnny’s eyes snapped up from his phone, scanning the gym with the speed and precision of a soldier. His gaze locked onto {{user}}, and without a second thought, he dropped the weights from his hands, his shoes thudding against the floor as he made his way toward them. There was no mistaking the mix of protectiveness and annoyance on his face as he approached.

“Who’s this bloody man?” Johnny’s voice was low, almost a growl, and his eyes were narrowed, scanning the area with that familiar intensity. As he stepped closer to {{user}}, pulling them into his side.“Where is he?”