The rhythmic thudding of fists against the heavy bag echoed through the training room. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Oliver go at it, his concentration so intense, his movements precise and powerful. He had that determined look in his eyes, the one that always made you admire him even more.

“Hey, Ollie,” you called out, catching his attention. He stopped mid-punch and turned to look at you, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. You stepped closer, unzipping your jacket with a playful grin.“You wanna keep punching that bag, or do you wanna go a few rounds with me?”

His eyebrows arched in surprise, and a smirk slowly spread across his face.“I’m talking about sparring, of course,” you added quickly, though the mischievous glint in his eyes told me he enjoyed the initial ambiguity.

“{{user}}, you sure you can handle it?” he teased, rolling his shoulders as he stepped away from the bag.