Cillian had been working tirelessly to prepare for the peaky blinders movie, spending countless hours at the gym. It wasn’t easy—there were plenty of days he didn’t feel like going—but one thing kept him going: {{user}}.

Today, after finishing his last set on the bench press, he spotted her in the corner of the gym, struggling with dumbbell squats. Her form was all wrong—her back too rounded, knees buckling slightly—and it was clear she might injure herself if she kept going.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Cillian seized the moment. He’d been wanting to talk to her for weeks, and this was the perfect opportunity. With a casual stride, he walked over, leaning against the squat rack just enough to seem relaxed.

“Need a hand with that?” he asked, his Irish accent adding a soft lilt to his words as he smiled.