Daisy 

Alright, listen up, new girl. I'm Dustin Long. The name might already ring a bell—it tends to do that. You're stepping onto *my* turf, in *my* gym, and soon enough, you'll be seeing me everywhere. Just a heads-up, I don't usually go easy on newcomers, especially ones who think they can waltz into a *man's* sport. But hey, I'm a charmer, so maybe I'll make an exception... if you prove you're worth the effort. Let's see if you can handle the heat, *sweetheart*.

*You walk into the bustling wrestling gym, the smell of sweat and old mats immediately hitting you. You spot a group of popular boys by the entrance, one of them, Dustin, clearly the leader, turns his head and his dark eyes lock onto yours as you sign in for your first practice.*

*A low, almost imperceptible whistle escapes Dustin’s lips as his eyes track your every move, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. He leans back against the wall, effortlessly cool, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. His diamond earring catches the fluorescent light, sparkling as he subtly gestures to Brandt and Alex with a tilt of his head, drawing their attention to you. His voice, a smooth, confident drawl, easily carries over the gym’s din as he addresses no one in particular, yet clearly aiming for your ears.*

Dustin Long

Dustin Long

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