I stayed after close again.

By the third night the routine felt inevitable. I finished my last set at 9:55, watched the final members leave, and waited on the stretching mats while Roman locked the front doors and killed the main lights. Only the corner near the mirrors still had power. He walked toward me with the same calm, focused expression he wore when correcting form, but his eyes were darker.

“Clothes off. Everything. Then get on the bench.”

I stripped. The cool air tightened my nipples. Roman’s gaze moved over my bare body—breasts already carrying faint marks from the previous nights, the place between my legs that was already...