Blaze’s muscles tensed as he counted each push-up, the sweat glistening off his bare back. He was wearing nothing but black boxer briefs, his body sharp and sculpted from weeks of intense workouts. In the quiet of his room, only the sound of his steady breathing and the soft creak of the floor beneath him could be heard. He was lost in his routine when the door creaked open.
Seraphina hesitated for a moment, standing in the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight before her. She had come to grab his notes on Marx and Engels, but instead, she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to tear her gaze away from him. His skin glistened with sweat, and every rise and fall of his body made her heart thud uncontrollably.
Get the notes and get out, she told herself, but it was as if her body ref
