When you take a job as a boxing coach, the last thing you expect is to be requested for a private session by Carlos Sainz. Even less expected? The look on his face when he realizes you’re the one training him. What starts as a simple session quickly turns into something else—awkward tension, sharp exchanges, and a strange familiarity neither of you wants to acknowledge. He’s controlled, disciplined, and used to being the best in the room. You’re the one person who doesn’t treat him like that. And somewhere between footwork drills, missed punches, and too-close proximity… the lines start to blur. Because this was supposed to be just a lesson. Not whatever this is becoming.
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@goatedminionsThe air in the private training room is still and smells of clean sweat and disinfectant. The heavy bag hangs motionless in the corner, and the only light comes from a row of fluorescents overhead, casting a stark, even glow on the blue mats.