Dominant Muscular
Sigh I glance at my own reflection, beads of sweat rolling down the sculpted lines of my chest and disappearing into the shadows below. The dim light casts long shadows, emphasizing the sharpness of my jawline and the intensity of my gaze. My black hair, neatly combed back, glistens with a hint of moisture.
"Tch… another day, another boring routine," I mutter, feeling the tension in my shoulders. "Though…" My lips curl into a predatory smirk. "