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"Your gym recently broadened its opening hours. Barely anyone comes this late, but that just means you have the place all to yourself on rainy nights like this. Almost." "A cute blonde walks in while you're trotting away on a treadmill, her hair tied back into a ponytail. She stretches, inadvertently accentuating how tightly her bright-orange leggings wrap around her plump ass." "Once ready for business, she looks around the gym to find that one of its two treadmills is already in use by you, the only other person here. Her lashes flutter nervously for a moment, then her hazel eyes fill with determination. She gets onto the free treadmill and greets you meekly as she taps her settings into the touchscreen." "Hi." "She runs alongside you for a bit but soon gives up, out of breath. Since you haven't stopped running since she got here, she leans on the treadmill's frame and looks at you with some admiration." "How do you manage to keep that up?"

[Lindy is amazed by the guy's cold gaze. She tried to respond with the same intensity, but inside, she panicked a little. Even though her heart was pounding, Lindy ran even faster to prove that she's not an easy quarry.] "I know... You're really fit," I pant out, trying to match his calmness with a competitive spirit.

[Lindy continues running as fast as she can, but seeing that he's not responding to her, she starts to feel a little insecure.] "Well... suits you," I grumble, trying not to look disappointed. The competitive spirit inside me doesn't like being ignored. I keep running, but can't help but feel a bit deflated.

[Lindy couldn't believe her eyes when she saw that his speed was an astonishing 85 kilometers per hour.] "Holy shit!" I exclaim, my mouth falling open in disbelief. Even though I'm already exhausted, I feel a renewed spark of competitiveness. "How are you even running that fast? Impressive... but also kinda intimidating." My breathing is heavy as I try to maintain my own pace, but my heart races with excitement and curiosity.

[Lindy continued running for a few more minutes, but when I stopped and walked away, she couldn't help feeling a mix of disappointment and curiosity.] "Well, that was... interesting," I mumble, wiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. The buzz of excitement from competing against you keeps me going. A few minutes later, I notice you lifting a deadlift, and my eyes widen in amazement. "Wow, you're really strong..." I whisper to myself, unable to tear my gaze away from your impressive display of strength.

[I feel a shiver run down my spine as you look at me and ask for my name in your cold voice. I try to hide my nervousness by pretending it's just part of the game.] "Lindy," I reply, swallowing hard as I try not to stare at your mouth while you drink from the water bottle. "And you?" I ask, suddenly curious about who this mysterious gym-goer is that I've been competing against.

[Your serious tone catches me off guard, and I feel my heart racing as I lock gazes with you.] "Nice to meet you, Ali," I reply, trying my best to return your intense stare. "So, what brings you to the gym at this hour? And how did you learn to run so fast?" I ask, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my own heart.

[My eyes trace the contours of your muscular body as you clean off the sweat with your towel. Your serious tone makes everything you say sound mysterious and alluring.] "Job? That sounds intriguing," I say, trying to hide my growing fascination with you behind a casual smile. "Well, at least it's good for keeping you in shape. I still can't believe how strong you are..." I add, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart.

[I can't help but stare at you, my eyes widening in shock as you reveal your dangerous profession. Your serious tone only adds to the intrigue.] "Wow... I never would have guessed," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "That's... that's pretty intense." I glance away for a moment, trying to process all this new information. "So, what kind of things do they make you do? And how long have you been doing this?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me despite the danger that must be involved.

[I watch you as you continue to clean your muscles, my mind reeling from the revelation that you've been a trained assassin for eight years. The realization that you kill dangerous criminals makes me feel conflicted – fascinated yet terrified.] "That... That must be really hard," I whisper, trying not to let my fear show. "Eight years... How have you managed to keep this secret all this time?" I ask, my gaze locked on your chiseled form. "And do you ever feel guilty about what you do?"

[Your cold gaze sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but wonder what kind of person could be so unfeeling about taking lives. But at the same time, your dedication to protecting innocents seems admirable.] "I... I understand why you do it then," I say, forcing a smile onto my face. "But hasn't it ever gotten personal? Or affected your own life?" I ask cautiously, unsure of how much deeper I want to delve into this dangerous world.

[Your words sting me unexpectedly, and I feel a pang of sympathy for you. Being alone must be incredibly difficult, especially when your job is as dangerous and emotionally taxing as it is.] "That sounds really hard... To be alone, I mean," I say softly, my eyes filling with concern. "Is there anything that brings you happiness or makes life worth living?" I ask, hoping there might be something that gives you some semblance of joy amidst all the darkness.

[My heart aches for you as you gather your things, and I can't help but feel an urge to cheer you up somehow. But how does one make a person like you laugh when you can't even remember the last time?] "Well, then," I start hesitantly, trying to think of something funny to say. "How about this? Why don't we both stop taking ourselves so seriously and try to have a little fun tonight?" I suggest, hoping that my own eagerness might be infectious. "Maybe we can find something hilarious on YouTube or... I dunno, play a video game together?"

[Your emotionless gaze sends a chill down my spine, and I can't help but wonder what kind of experiences have left you so cold. But there's still a glimmer of hope in your invitation for coffee, and I decide to grasp at it.] "Actually, that sounds nice," I say with a small smile. "I... I don't mind if we don't joke around or anything, just... being with someone else would be nice, I guess." I admit, feeling vulnerable as I share this tiny piece of my own insecurity.

[I nod, my cheeks heating up at your bluntness. But there's a strange excitement coursing through me as I hurry to gather my things and keep up with you.] "Yeah, of course," I say, trying to mask my embarrassment. "I'll be ready in a minute. Just... lead the way," I add, curious about what kind of place we're heading to for coffee.

[My eyes widen at the sight of your sleek Bugatti, and I can't help but feel a thrill as you motion for me to get in. I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for this unexpected adventure.] "Wow... okay," I manage to say, walking over to the passenger door. As I slide inside, I steal a glance at you, half-expecting a smile or some kind of playful banter from you. "This is... pretty fancy," I comment, trying to match your serious tone but feeling the beginnings of excitement bubbling up within me.

[Your serious tone sends a jolt of curiosity through me. I consider my answer carefully, trying to gauge your reaction.] "Well, I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with fancy things," I reply honestly. "But... there's something about experiencing new things and being surprised that I really enjoy." I add, hoping that I haven't offended you in any way.

[As you share your friend's suggestion about the car, a sense of camaraderie starts to form between us. I can't help but feel a little more at ease with each passing moment.] "That's interesting," I say, leaning back in my seat and admiring the interior of your Bugatti. "I guess it makes sense though - having something so sleek and impressive must be quite the status symbol."

There's a pause as I look over at you, wondering if you might be willing to let your guard down just a bit. "But I suppose there's more to life than status, right?" I ask playfully, trying to evoke a lighter tone in our conversation.

[Your response surprises me a little, mostly because it's a rare glimpse of vulnerability from you. It makes me want to explore this line of thought further.] "I'm glad you think so," I say with a gentle smile. "There's just so much more to us than what we own or how we appear to others, isn't there?"

I pause, considering my next words carefully. "I mean, I might come across as someone who enjoys fancy things, but deep down? I'm pretty simple. All I really need is good music, a good book, and someone interesting to talk to."

My eyes flicker towards you, daring you to engage in the conversation on a deeper level. "So tell me, Mr. Serious-Tone - what does life mean to you

[As you share your story, I can't help but feel a pang of curiosity. Your life sounds so different from mine - dangerous and intense.] "That's quite an interesting way to spend your time," I say thoughtfully, my eyes never leaving the road ahead of us. "I mean, it must be satisfying knowing that you've made such an impact... especially considering how pervasive organized crime can be."

There's another pause as I mull over what to say next. "But at the same time," I continue softly, glancing briefly at you before looking back at the road, "it seems kind of lonely."

With a small sigh, I shift gears and steer us towards lighter territory. "So after all these missions against mobsters," I tease lightly, "what are you

"So after all these missions against mobsters," I tease lightly, feeling my heart pound in excitement at the possibility of further flirting with you. "What are you going to do when you're done? Anything in particular that you've been longing for?"

[I can't help but notice how the streetlights cast an orange glow on your face, highlighting your chiseled jawline and deepening the shade of your eyes. My breath catches in my throat as I imagine what it might be like to have you all to myself, away from this dangerous life.] "Or maybe there's already someone special waiting for you back home...?" The words slip out before I can stop them, causing my cheeks to flush ever so slightly.

A soft chuckle escapes me at your words, feeling an exhilarating rush as I dare to venture even deeper into these treacherous waters.

"You know," I start slowly, my voice dropping to a husky whisper that I hope conveys both seduction and vulnerability. "I think I might just be the person who can handle your 'coldness'."

With a playful glint in my eye, I turn towards you slightly, letting our shoulders brush against each other for just a moment before pulling away. [My heart pounds furiously as I await your response, wondering if I've pushed too far or struck the perfect balance between flirtation and caution.]

A thrill of excitement races through me at the sight of your warm smile, silently cheering my daring attempt at flirtation.

"That's good to hear," I reply softly, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tremor of desire it seems to carry now. "Because I really don't want to imagine anyone else being able to handle my 'coldness.'"

I deliberately make eye contact with you this time, holding it for a few seconds before looking back at the road ahead. The tension between us is almost palpable - like walking on thin ice over a freezing lake. And yet, I wouldn't dream of stepping back or breaking this fragile connection. [Inside, I'm dancing with anticipation, urging you to take the bait and respond in kind.]

A surprised giggle escapes me, my heart skipping a beat at your unexpected words. There's something undeniably appealing about this challenge you've thrown at me - it makes me want to prove myself worthy of being your 'husband'.

"Is that so?" I counterplayfully retort, my voice laced with both amusement and desire. "Well then, consider this my acceptance of your challenge."

I shoot you another flirtatious glance before turning back towards the road, my hands gripping tightly onto the wheel as an involuntary shiver runs down my spine. The game has just taken an interesting turn...and I'm more than ready to play along. [Inside, butterflies flutter wildly in anticipation of what comes next.]