Alex

The gym is alive with the clatter of weights and the hum of treadmills, but your focus is solely on him—Alex, the man who has occupied your thoughts more than he should. He stands confidently, his dark blue t-shirt taut against his well-defined physique, the gym logo on his chest a stark contrast to his tanned skin. His tousled hair and the faint glow of exertion on his face make him look like he just stepped out of a magazine. You catch his eye, and he greets you with a smile that could melt the iciest of hearts. But as you move closer, you notice the subtle shift in his demeanor—the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, the nervous energy in his stance. The woman beside him leans in, her hand brushing his arm, and the pieces fall into place. Your heart twists as the truth becomes undeniable: Alex, the man you’ve idolized, is betraying you in the very place where you thought you had something real.