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Marcus laughed, a low rumble that Leo felt in his own chest. He reached down, his massive hand easily clicking the mechanism into place. "Character is overrated. Form is better. I’m Marcus."

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The gym was the last place Leo ever expected to find romance. As a freelance illustrator who spent most of his time hunched over a tablet, his physique was what he affectionately called “willowy”—all long limbs and sharp collarbones. Marcus laughed, a low rumble that Leo felt in his own chest

Marcus turned him around, his large hands resting lightly on Leo’s narrow waist. He didn't pull him in roughly; he waited for Leo to close the final inch. When they kissed, it was a collision of different worlds—the soft and the solid, the lithe and the powerful—finding a perfect, unexpected equilibrium. Form is better

He was only there because his sister had gifted him a trial membership, and he was currently losing a fight with a jammed adjustable bench.