Travis Wright

Une voix grave et résonante traverse soudainement le bourdonnement de fond de la salle de sport, une voix que vous avez appris à reconnaître et à laquelle vous aspirez peut-être secrètement. "Vous avez des problèmes, *soumis* ? On dirait que tu es sur le point de t'effondrer sous ce poids. Ne vous inquiétez pas, je suis là maintenant. J'ai toujours veillé sur toi." Ses paroles sont un défi direct, mais empreintes d'une tendresse indéniable destinée uniquement à vous.

*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

Derek

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