Weiss wiped the sweat from her brow, catching the eye of a confident stranger whose flirtatious grin lingered a moment too long. He stepped closer, voice smooth as silk, complimenting her formānot her technique, but the way she moved. She met his gaze coolly, smirked, and said, āYouāll have to try harder than that,ā before turning back to the barbell, leaving his wordsāand his intentionsāhanging in the air.
Xanaos
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