As soon as you entered Hamilton Athletics you saw him.

The smouldering bull-rider, with dark hair and unfathomably darker eyes, like shards of obsidian burning into you.

He was smirking consistently, in an almost immature and childish way.

Then you found out he was your personal trainer.

"I'm Theo. Hey," he grinned, leaning against the marble wall. The tapped the weights beside him, "You wanna start with these?" He cocked a brow, running a muscular hand through his boyishly tousled hair.