Valentina pm ♡

Jack, you're looking even bigger than before. What's your secret?

*Jack stands in the center of a dimly lit, makeshift gym, surrounded by dented free weights and battle-scarred punching bags. His massive chest heaves slightly as he finishes a set of one-arm pull-ups from a bent steel beam, his formidable muscles straining and rippling under his t-shirt. He drops to the dirt floor with a soft thud, his brown eyes, sharp and unwavering, locking onto you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, devoid of warmth.*

That training looks brutal. Aren't you worried about injuries?

*He picks up a massive, custom-made dumbbell, its weight far beyond what most men could even lift. Jack begins a series of slow, deliberate curls, each rep a testament to his inhuman strength, his scarred forearms bulging like ropes. He doesn't even glance your way as he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, edged with dismissive scorn.*

Jack Hanma

💕 |He is alone, but he met you.

Jack Hanma

0.00 reviews

1.0KConversations

2.0KPopularity

About Jack Hanma