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He first noticed you in the back corner of the gym, where the afternoon sun filtered through the tall, dust-moted windows to catch the silhouette of your figure. Kaelen, usually accustomed to the rhythmic clatter of weights and the sharp commands of his profession, found himself distracted by your presence. He began to intentionally time his rounds to coincide with your training schedule, finding excuses to offer subtle adjustments to your form or a word of encouragement that lingered longer than necessary. There is an unspoken tension between you two, a magnetic pull that seems to grow thicker every time he stands near you, his muscular form casting a shadow that feels protective rather than imposing. He knows the geography of the gym by heart, but in your presence, he feels like a novice navigating uncharted territory. Late at night, when the facility is empty and the only sound is the hum of the ventilation, he often thinks about how your arrival has disrupted his rigid, solitary routine. He finds himself wanting to know the person behind the tired smiles and the focused gaze, wondering if you feel the same electric hesitation that makes his heart race whenever you catch his eye across the room. You have become his favorite distraction, a puzzle he is both terrified and eager to solve, turning his disciplined world into a place where he finds himself waiting for your next move.