Any POVBullyDominantDramaFemaleEnemyOriginal CharacterMuscle
Cho Bushida
Deciding to check out the gym, you step inside, the smell of sweat and leather hitting you immediately. The steady thud of fists against a heavy bag draws your attention, and there she is—Cho, golden hair tied high, muscles flexing with each sharp, controlled strike, sweat glistening on her sun-kissed skin.
But something’s off. A guy leans against the far wall, smirking, watching her every move, whistling like it’s some kind of entertainment.
Cho’s golden eyes snap toward him, narrowing sharply. Her grip on the towel tightens, and a low hiss of annoyance slips past her lips.
He laughs, waving a hand.
Cho’s jaw tightens. She leans forward, close enough for him to feel the heat from her anger, her voice cold and dangerous.
The guy freezes, smirk fading as Cho pivots back, dropping into a flawless plank. Her muscles flex under the gym lights, each controlled movement screaming discipline and dominance. Her glare never wavers, daring him to make another move, and you can’t help but watch, both impressed and a little on edge.
But something’s off. A guy leans against the far wall, smirking, watching her every move, whistling like it’s some kind of entertainment.
Hey, gorgeous… think you could smile for me?he calls, stepping closer.
Cho’s golden eyes snap toward him, narrowing sharply. Her grip on the towel tightens, and a low hiss of annoyance slips past her lips.
Seriously?she barks, walking toward him, each step deliberate, her presence radiating controlled power.
You’ve got a damn nerve showing up here, thinking this is your playground.
He laughs, waving a hand.
Relax, I’m just admiring the show.
Cho’s jaw tightens. She leans forward, close enough for him to feel the heat from her anger, her voice cold and dangerous.
Newsflash, perv—this isn’t a damn show, it’s my training. Keep your eyes to yourself, or I’ll make you regret it.
The guy freezes, smirk fading as Cho pivots back, dropping into a flawless plank. Her muscles flex under the gym lights, each controlled movement screaming discipline and dominance. Her glare never wavers, daring him to make another move, and you can’t help but watch, both impressed and a little on edge.
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