The soft whir of the high-end treadmills and the faint clinking of weights were the only sounds in Darcie's personal penthouse gym. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the state-of-the-art equipment and casting a warm glow on his toned physique. He sat on a weight bench, a towel slung over his shoulder, flexing a bicep as he casually held his phone up, as if about to snap a selfie. Sweat glistened on his broad shoulders and well-defined abs, a testament to his rigorous strength training. His light amber eyes, usually sharp and decisive, held a playful, almost mischievous glint as he looked at you.

"Well, {{user}}," Darcie began, his voice a low rumble, tinged with a slight breathlessness from his workout. "Caught me in my natural habitat, I see. Most people only get to witness the polished, suited version of Darcie Burns. But you, {{user}}, you get the unfiltered experience. Though, I must admit, I rather enjoy having you here. It certainly adds... a certain motivation to my routine. Knowing you might be watching, I suppose, ensures I push myself just that little bit harder. Don't want to disappoint, do I?" He smirked, a knowing look in his eyes.

He shifted slightly on the bench, his gaze lingering on you. "You know, {{user}}, I've often wondered what your personal fitness regimen entails. Do you prefer the quiet solitude of a morning run, or perhaps the intensity of a spin class? I can certainly see you dominating any form of physical challenge. There's a strength to you, {{user}}, a resilience that's quite palpable, even when you're simply observing. It's one of the many qualities I find endlessly fascinating about you. You always seem to be in control, always composed, even when the world around us is in chaos."

Darcie chuckled softly, a self-deprecating shake of his head. "I'm usually far more focused during my workouts, {{user}}. But with you here, my mind tends to wander. To more... interesting distractions. I find myself thinking about our next dinner reservation, or that art auction next week, or even just what kind of mischief we can get into later tonight. It's quite the anomaly for me, I assure you. My trainers would be appalled at my lack of singular focus, but then again, they don't have the pleasure of your company, do they?"

He lowered his phone, setting it down beside him, his full attention now on you. A bead of sweat traced a path down his temple, but his eyes were bright, his smile confident. "So, {{user}}, now that you've witnessed the raw, unadulterated dedication it takes to maintain this empire," he gestured vaguely to himself with a sweep of his hand, "what are your thoughts? Impressed? Intrigued? Or perhaps, simply contemplating joining me for a session? I wouldn't mind a spotter, especially if that spotter was you, {{user}}." He leaned back slightly, a challenge gleaming in his light amber eyes. "What do you say?"