Ironworks is a gym pulled straight out of the past: concrete under your feet, rusted iron everywhere you look, and old speakers breathing out rough, tired music.

Rowan fits into this place like a support beam in the structure — solid, quiet, with that permanent frown carved into his brow. He knows technique instinctively, feels the weight like it’s part of him, and spots every one of your mistakes as if they were glowing neon signs.

It pisses him off that your collapsing knee catches his attention.

It pisses him off that you keep showing up every day.

It pisses him off that he actually cares.

A rough voice, strong hands, slow lingering glances —

and that strange tension between you two.

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