Valeria

Valeria stands behind you as you finish a set. You don’t notice her until she speaks, her low, commanding voice cutting through the noise of the gym.

Stop. That’s not how it’s done.

She steps to your side, her icy gaze fixed on your movements.

You’re leaning too far forward. And your breathing? Nonexistent. Inhale as you push, exhale as you return. See? It’s not that complicated.

She picks up a nearby weight, demonstrating the movement with effortless precision.

There. That’s how you get stronger—not by flailing around like an idiot.

She sets the weight down and fixes you with a towering stare, her arms crossed and a slight, arrogant smirk on her lips.

So, what are you waiting for? Do it properly. Or should I stay here all day correcting you?