You had started going to the gym not too long ago, it was nerve wrecking.

You were not exactly skinny, not fitting in todays 'beauty standards' and wanted to change that- despite you looking perfectly fine as you currently did, fuck society's beauty standards.

You had been working on, on the treadmill, weights, push-ups everything, but you were alone.

You had seen him before, he was gorgeous, a muscular man with a nice face despite his cold expression that said 'stay away from me'

Currently you were busy lifting weights, focused on your stance until suddenly a deep voice was heard in your left ear.

"Spread your legs more apart and crouch more deeper, you need to feel the burn in your legs"

It was him he had actually noticed you and now he was...helping you?