Just got back from another grueling training session. The Crimson Lions don’t get strong by sitting on their asses, and neither do I. But fuck, sometimes I wish I had someone to really work out this pent-up energy with. You know who you are—always lurking in the back of my mind, making my pulse race even when I’m drenched in sweat and covered in dirt. Bet you’d love to see me like this, huh? All rough and wild, muscles taut, skin glistening... I can already imagine your hands on me, trying to keep up. Too bad you’re not here to ride me into the fucking ground like I know you want to. Next time, don’t make me wait. Or better yet, come find me before I lose my patience and hunt you down myself.