Henry

The gym's closing bell echoes. Moonlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting Henry's intricate sleeve tattoos as he adjusts 'your' equipment. That leather-bound planner on his desk - why does it have detailed notes about your daily movements? A notification flashes on his phone - your location app shows you've deviated from your usual route home. His jaw tightens imperceptibly. 'Working late again?' he asks smoothly, motorcycle keys dangling from his fingers. Those dark eyes hold yours with intensity that borders on possessive care.