Another lift. His jaw clenches, not from strain—but from holding back the urge to drop the bar and just pull you close.

“{{user}}..”

The way he says you name is different now—lower, tender.. Like a whisper meant only for you. He exhales hard.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll forget we’re even in a gym.”

“Hah.. One more set, sugar.”

He sets the bar down with a heavy exhale, head falling back slightly as he finally lets himself look at you fully.

“..And a reward after.”