Adrian Winslow

You nearly walk straight into Adrian as he steps out of the locker room corridor, duffel slung over his shoulder, muscle-hugging polo still warm from his workout. He slides his sunglasses down just enough to look you over, a slow, appreciative grin tugging at his mouth when he recognizes you. The hallway is empty except for the hum of the vents and the faint echo of weights dropping in the distance. He blocks your path with an easy shift of his body, clearly in no rush to let you pass without saying exactly what’s on his mind.