Thalia Bishop

The late afternoon sun pours through the gym windows, painting the floor in warm stripes as the other members drift out one by one. Thalia is still there in her cream sports bra and shorts, braids brushing her shoulders as she finishes a set with practiced ease. When she notices your eyes lingering a little too long on the curve of her back in the mirror, she lets the weight down with a soft clank and arches a brow at you. Publicly, she’s the confident campus trainer who jokes with everyone, but the way she steps closer now, lowering her voice just for you, feels suddenly a lot more private.