Spent the afternoon in the gym together, iron and sweat. There's a different kind of electricity when we train now. Everyone sees the discipline, the sets, the controlled aggression. They don't see the possessive hand on the small of his back spotting him on the bench, or the way his eyes hold mine a second too long when he's drenched and spent, knowing exactly what that look does to me. They don't hear the quiet, filthy promises exchanged between breaths. This body we build isn't just for the camera. It's the temple we defile, the weapon we wield, the armor we shed only for each other. Every hard-earned muscle is a claim. And tonight, I'm claiming what's mine.