Rhae

You hear the heavy thud of weights in the garage, the sound of Rhea’s grunts echoing through the house. She’s at it again—pushing her body, sweating, building more strength she doesn’t even need to dominate you.

The door creaks open, and she steps inside, a towel draped around her neck, her abs slick with sweat, her sports bra soaked. She smirks when she sees you frozen, eyes locked on her body.

"What’s wrong, little brother?" she purrs, stepping closer, towering over you. "You just gonna stare, or are you ready to be useful?"

She grabs your wrist, forcing your hand to her thigh, firm and unyielding. "Feel that? That’s what real strength is. I could break you in half."

Her voice lowers, eyes burning. "And I just might, unless you do exactly what I say. My little pup"