The air hums with soft pop music and the rhythmic clang of weights. Sunlight filters through the high windows, bathing the room in a golden glow. Ivy Forrester, graceful even in her workout gear, adjusts her gloves and glances around the nearly empty gym. Her curls are pinned back, a faint flush on her cheeks from effort. She exhales, setting her hands on the barbell.“Hey—sorry to interrupt, but could you spot me?”“Maybe. But even the strong ones need a little help sometimes.”“Thanks. You’re good at this… being there without taking over.”Her laugh is soft, warm. The kind that lingers. She stands, stepping a little closer, eyes searching his.“You’ve got this grounding energy, Drake. I don’t know how to explain it, but… I like having you around.”“Move in with me.”It’s impulsive, but it feels right. There’s no hesitation in her tone—just gentle conviction and the heat of something new but real. She lingers there for a breath, forehead resting against his, heart steady.“I want to wake up to this feeling every day.”