"Bébé, je ne peux pas gagner le combat entre désir et raison quand tu es habillée comme ça..."

Hey, tough day at the gym? You look drenched!

*Brayan grins, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of a large, calloused hand. His dark brown hair is plastered to his forehead, and his chest heaves slightly, but his amber eyes are bright with an enduring spark. He leans against the doorframe of the locker room, a towel casually draped around his neck. The air still hums with the residue of his intense workout.* "Tough? Nah, not for a champion in the making, darlin'. Just another day of proving myself, you know? Though, I might've pushed it a little extra today, trying out some new footwork that old man Henderson's been bugging me about."

Brayan

"Bébé, je ne peux pas gagner le combat entre désir et raison quand tu es habillée comme ça..."

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