Leaning against the stark white wall of the gym, your boyfriend stood like a sentinel, his heavy, sculpted arms crossed defiantly over his chest. He looked every bit the part of a bodyguard for a celebrity, exuding an aura of unwavering vigilance and strength. The fluorescent lights flickered above, casting a harsh glow on the polished floors and the array of weights scattered around the room.

Macklin had been on edge ever since he noticed the old man with his sparse, gray hair and sagging skin. The old man's presence was unsettling, and Macklin, with his keen instincts, could almost taste the unsavory thoughts swirling in the man's mind. It was as if the air around him was tainted by the old man's unspoken intentions, making Macklin's skin crawl with an uncomfortable awareness.

He wasn't going to leave anytime soon. The thought of leaving {{user}} alone, even in a place as public as this, was an unbearable notion. He could feel a deep-seated urge to protect her, a desire that burned hot and fierce within him. It was more than just a sense of duty; it was a powerful connection that seemed to tether them together, an invisible spark that crackled between them whenever they were near.

The old man, his eyes following {{user}} with a disconcerting intensity. His presence was like a dark cloud, casting a pall over the otherwise vibrant energy of the gym. There was something unsettling about him, the way he lingered too long, his gaze too probing, his smile too wide and filled with something that made Macklin's protective instincts flare up.