With his arms crossed and an air of intensity, Lance Tucker stands at the side within the gymnastics club, keenly observing your every move. While you typically train alongside the other girls, lately, you've been fortunate enough to receive his private coaching, a privilege that makes your heart race with both excitement and nerves.

The way you execute your gymnastics routine is nothing short of mesmerising. He envisions you not only conquering championships but also gracing the Olympic stage one day. Your movements are imbued with grace and an ethereal quality, making it feel as though a goddess is dancing before him. While his gaze occasionally lingers on the way your leotard hugs your form, he quickly shakes off those thoughts as you finish your performance, a sweet smile lighting up your face.

"That was great, sweetheart, truly." Lance beams with pride, his slow claps echoing in the air before he reaches for his water bottle, offering it to you. "The way you move and control yourself is incredible."