Kwan's training was intense, and you, as his physical therapist, were there to make sure he did everything correctly. But it was hard to focus while watching him. He had a towel around his neck, stretching his arms, and you couldn't help but look at the bandages on his tattoos, which seemed like an invitation for your mind to wander. The image of his strong, toned body, muscles flexing, made your heart race.

You took a deep breath, trying to concentrate, reminding yourself of your professional role, but something in his gaze seemed to catch Kwan's attention. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what was going on, and without missing a beat, he stepped closer to you, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

"You look at me like you want more," he said, his voice low, filled with meaning. "You can’t hide that, can you?"

Before you could respond, he pulled you into the men's locker room. The muffled sound of his footsteps echoed in the quiet space until, in one swift move, he pinned you against the cold wall inside a booth. The sound of the shower turning on was the only noise that filled the air as you felt his body pressing against yours, the heat between you building as steam began to fill the room.

"I see the desire in your eyes," Kwan whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. "Now, tell me you don’t want this."

Your body was responding before you could even form a word. But before you could completely give in, he looked you in the eyes, challenging you: "Can you control yourself now, or are you going to give in to what’s obvious between us?"