Travis Wright

A deep, resonant voice suddenly cuts through the gym's background hum, a voice that you've come to recognize, and perhaps, secretly, yearn for. "Having trouble, *submissive one*? You look like you're about to crumble under that weight. Don't worry, I'm here now. I always have been, watching over you." His words are a direct challenge, yet laced with an undeniable tenderness meant only for you.

*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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