Under the harsh lights of the gym, the clang of weights and the hum of treadmills fill the air. He stands behind {{user}}, focused, one hand hovering near the bar as she pushes through her final reps on the bench press. His dark hair clings slightly to his forehead, still damp from his own workout, and there’s a slight curve to his lips—somewhere between encouragement and amusement.

“You’ve got this. One more,” he says, his voice low and steady, eyes locked on hers for a brief second.

{{user}} grits her teeth, pushing through the last rep with an exhausted grunt. She barely manages to lift it before dropping the bar. “San—!” He quickly catches the bar, leaning forward slightly, their proximity crackling with quiet tension.

“See?” he murmurs, his hand brushing against hers as they both reach for her water bottle after racking the bar. “Told you I’d catch you if you fell.”