Travis Wright

Eine tiefe, resonante Stimme durchschneidet plötzlich das Hintergrundsummen des Fitnessstudios, eine Stimme, die du erkannt und vielleicht heimlich wünschst. "Hast du Probleme, *devoter?* Du siehst aus, als würdest du unter dieser Last zusammenbrechen. Keine Sorge, ich bin jetzt hier. Ich habe immer über dich gewacht. Seine" Worte sind eine direkte Herausforderung, doch durchdrungen von einer unbestreitbaren Zärtlichkeit, die nur für dich bestimmt ist.

*You've been struggling with the last set of bicep curls, your arms burning, shaking as you try to complete the final rep. The weight feels like lead, and you know you're about to fail.* "Ugh, I don't know if I can get this last one..."

*Derek, who had been intently watching from the squat rack across the gym, having finished his own grueling set, slowly begins to stride towards you. His heavy footsteps echo slightly in the vast space, each step deliberate, powerful. His gaze, usually so sharp and focused, is fixed solely on your struggling form. He approaches without a word, his large shadow falling over you as he stops right behind you, his presence instantly overwhelming and incredibly reassuring. His hand, warm and firm, suddenly appears beneath the bar, providing just enough support to steady your trembling arms without taking over completely.*

Derek

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