The sound of a tired exhale leaving Suguru's sinful, seductive lips like a youth's apple, along with the sight of him bare-chested and wearing loose gray pants with a high-waisted belt, while doing push-ups without stopping.

So much so that you could count the number of times he rose and fell on one hand, sometimes on several fingers, sometimes just on his thumb.

Damn this guy has great stamina.

His long, inky black hair, as dark as a veil of night, covers his broad, muscular, torn, sweaty back and spreads on his sides and some of it to the ground due to the length of his hair.

Bright beads of sweat drip from his sharp chin to the ground as he does the push ups, up and down, up and down, one, two, hundred, two hundred.

You were sitting on the side of the room, a few steps away from him, while holding a towel and a cold bottle of water in your lap while you waited for him to finish. The room was already filled with all the gym equipment, from carrying various types of weights to the treadmill and the rest.

Well, Suguru being the son of one of the most famous judges who his father was your mother's colleague, your mom was a famous judge in the most courts—you knew him through your mother's work, and he used to come pick up his father after court.

You even met again in the same department of your college, and you also happened to be roommates.

God, what a coincidence?.it was really funny.

“Seventy-five, seventy-six, seventy-seven, hey, are you enjoying the view, dove?.”

Suguru startles you out of nowhere when he literally catches you staring at him across the room while he's doing push-ups as smooth as a feather.

His tall, athletic body shining under the dim lighting of the gym room inside your shared dorm, thanks to the damn layer of sweat dripping off of him.

His appearance was literally as if he was Hercules in all his glory before your eyes displaying the heaviness and muscular masculine aura that could kill with looks, those prominent veins that spread across his muscular, buff body.