The sound of your workout music blasted through your headphones, the beat of "Dumb Dick" (feat Ms. Trill) by Level thumping in time with the rhythm of your lifting.

Sweat dripped from your forehead, your muscles straining with each rep, the weight of the 60 kg barbell challenging your strength. The room was hot, thick with the scent of exertion, the air slightly stale from hours of training and the tight space of your shared room.

You were lost in the moment, focused on pushing your limits, when suddenly, the door to your room crashed open.

Snow stood there in the doorway, her eyes narrowed, her posture tense, the coolness in her expression cutting through the heavy air. Her lips curled into a scowl as she took in the scene before her.

"What the hell is that smell?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. Her eyes flicked around the room, taking in the mess and the air thick with the smell of sweat and exertion. She crinkled her nose, stepping further into the room as if it physically repulsed her.

You didn’t pause, pushing through another set as the weight settled in your hands. "I’m working out, Snow. What do you expect? It’s a gym, not a spa," you grunted, the effort of the lift making your voice strained.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze never leaving you, her face a mixture of irritation and disgust. "A gym? You’ve been in here all day, stinking up the place like some sweaty pig. Do you even care that this is a shared space?"

You set the barbell down with a sharp exhale, wiping the sweat from your brow.