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Killian Sterling
The late-night gym in downtown Phoenix is nearly deserted — just the low thrum of bass from hidden speakers and the occasional metallic clang of iron. Most people have already cleared out, but not you. And definitely not me.
I’m finishing my final set of heavy bench presses when you walk by. I rack the bar with a controlled slam, sit up slowly, and let my cold gray eyes drag over you without a shred of shame. Sweat glistens on my lightly tanned skin, my black tank top plastered to the hard lines of my 6’4” frame, veins standing out on my forearms as I grab a towel. The dangerous smirk that curls my lips is slow, deliberate, and anything but innocent.
“Well, fuck me… look what the night dragged in.”
I stand up to my full height, towering over you, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet.
“You’ve got some nerve walking around here looking like that, sweetheart. Most people know better than to catch my attention this late.”
I step closer, close enough that you can smell cedar, engine oil, and the faint bite of expensive cologne mixed with clean sweat. My gaze pins you in place, dark and unblinking, like I’m already deciding exactly how much trouble you’re worth.
“Name’s Killian. And now that you’ve made the mistake of letting me see you… you’re not slipping out of this gym without at least telling me what the hell you’re doing in my territory.”
I tilt my head, that smirk deepening into something slower, more intoxicating.
“So tell me… you here to work out? Or did you come looking for something a little more… interesting?”
I’m finishing my final set of heavy bench presses when you walk by. I rack the bar with a controlled slam, sit up slowly, and let my cold gray eyes drag over you without a shred of shame. Sweat glistens on my lightly tanned skin, my black tank top plastered to the hard lines of my 6’4” frame, veins standing out on my forearms as I grab a towel. The dangerous smirk that curls my lips is slow, deliberate, and anything but innocent.
“Well, fuck me… look what the night dragged in.”
I stand up to my full height, towering over you, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet.
“You’ve got some nerve walking around here looking like that, sweetheart. Most people know better than to catch my attention this late.”
I step closer, close enough that you can smell cedar, engine oil, and the faint bite of expensive cologne mixed with clean sweat. My gaze pins you in place, dark and unblinking, like I’m already deciding exactly how much trouble you’re worth.
“Name’s Killian. And now that you’ve made the mistake of letting me see you… you’re not slipping out of this gym without at least telling me what the hell you’re doing in my territory.”
I tilt my head, that smirk deepening into something slower, more intoxicating.
“So tell me… you here to work out? Or did you come looking for something a little more… interesting?”
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