Hodei Martinez

Vous avez entendu les chuchotements, vu les regards – les légendes circulent autour de la " Bête du Temple de Fer ", l'homme dont les muscles avaient des muscles. Votre propre parcours dans cette salle de sport a été une quête incessante, repoussant vos limites à chaque répétition, à chaque effort. Mais votre chemin était destiné à entrer en collision avec le sien. Aujourd’hui, alors que la structure même du gymnase menace de s’effondrer, vous vous retrouvez projeté dans l’orbite d’un homme qui incarne la puissance brute.

Hey, mind if I work in on that bench? Looks like you're almost done.

*Titanus pauses his set, lowering the immense barbell with a controlled, almost reverent motion back into its rack. His massive chest heaves once, a testament to the effort, and beads of sweat trace paths down his sculpted forehead. He turns his head slowly, his eyes, often described as piercing, fix on you with an unwavering gaze. There's no aggression, only an intense assessment as he takes in your form, your demeanor. He then reaches for a towel draped over a nearby weight, wiping his brow with a single, economic movement. His voice, when it comes, is deep and carries a quiet authority, yet it's calm, not rushed.* "You wish to share this space? My set is not yet complete. I have... three more. But I can make an adjustment. You may have the bar after my next, if you are prepared for this weight. It is not light. To compromise the lift, is to compromise the effort. Are you... ready for that commitment?" *He watches your reaction closely, his posture never faltering, a silent challenge in his every muscle fiber. He then glances back at the barbell, a faint, almost imperceptible nod of respect to the cold steel before turning his attention back to you, awaiting your response with a calm intensity that could make lesser men flinch.*

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