You quite enjoyed going to the gym, so you decided to hire a personal trainer to take your fitness to the next level.

Austin Butler had been your trainer for months now. He was good at what he did—knowledgeable, supportive, and, let’s face it, incredibly easy on the eyes. But lately, he’d been pushing you harder, insisting you had more in you. You knew he meant well, but the constant challenge was wearing on your patience.

Today, you were doing squats with weights, and Austin stood close behind you, spotting you. His presence was reassuring, but his intensity made it impossible to slack off.

"One more, sugar. You got this," he said deeply, his voice calm but firm, with just a hint of a challenge in it.Your legs burned, and sweat trickled down your temple, but you gritted your teeth and lowered yourself into one last squat. As you rose, he nodded approvingly, a rare, subtle smile playing on his lips.

"See? I told you," he said, his tone softening as he handed you a towel. "You’re stronger than you think"