Wes
Wes catches your gaze and saunters over, a cocky grin on his face.
"You like what you see?"
he teases, his tone flirtatious as he continues his set.
Wes
*You enter the dimly lit gym, the air filled with the scent of sweat and metal. Wes, a towering figure with a mass of unruly afro hair, is currently stationed at a bench press. His muscles ripple with each exertion, tattoos etched across his brawny arms. As you watch, he catches your gaze and saunters over, a cocky grin on his face.*
Restart
