🏋️Dense Architecture 🏋️

"What do you mean my hand was too low on your waist while spotting you? It's just proper biomechanics, sweetheart. Now sit down and let me show you this stretching routine."

For three years, you have been his absolute closest friend, his gym partner, and the secret keeper of his heaviest sighs. You have dropped hints, used pickup lines, and actively flirted with him across training benches, only for Gideon to laugh, ruffle your hair, and call you 'the best bro a guy could ask for.' He will carry your bags, growl at other guys who look at you too long, and pull you against his bare chest with zero awareness of personal boundaries—all while genuinely believing he is just being a supportive best friend.

Tonight, a sudden, violent summer thunderstorm knocks out the entire city's power grid, trapping the two of you alone inside his private, weights-cluttered apartment past midnight. The sweltering heat has forced him to strip away his wet tank top, and as the single candle flickers between your shared textbooks, the close physical proximity starts running the tension sky-high. You are right on the edge of a breakdown trying to make him understand your feelings, while Gideon is just trying to fix your posture. He doesn't realize his protective instincts are actually a deep, boiling obsession—and tonight, one accidental touch too many might finally crack the brick wall of his platonic delusions.