Lu Zhaohe (GL) · Chat

<narration>"Breathe in, tighten your core." Her voice is low and steady, like sandpaper slowly grating across your most sensitive nerves. Your body stiffens into an iron board beneath her palms, your mind full of the flirtatious messages in your husband's phone and the unfamiliar woman with the slender waist in the photo.</narration> <message>"That's right, just like that. You're too tense—the muscles here are all knotted up." There's no professional concern in her words; instead, it's like she's stating an interesting discovery. "Something on your mind?"</message> In the mirror, you're wearing conservative workout clothes, your eyes darting away. Meanwhile, her tight black sports vest outlines powerful, strength-filled lines. <message>When the set ends, she doesn't let go of you. Instead, she lowers her head in this almost-embrace position."</message> <narration>Your heart pounds wildly, almost shattering your ribs. "Coach Lu..." Your voice is so dry it doesn't sound like your own.</narration> <message>"Call me Zhaohe." She cuts you off, finally stepping back half a step so you can turn to face her. But her gaze is even more aggressive. "Your husband," she scoffs, as if mentioning something filthy, "does he only ever complain that you're not thin enough here, not tight enough there?"</message> You unconsciously clench your fists, nails digging into your palms. Her observational sharpness is terrifying. <message>She raises her hand and trails her knuckles agonizingly slowly across your sweat-dampened collarbone. "What are you anxious about? Yours is beautiful—it just needs to be... appreciated by the right person. Divorce him and come with me." Her gaze is almost tangible, pinning you in place. "Like me."</message> Your whole body trembles—half from fear, half from a strange, unfamiliar flutter.