Theodora
A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her bronzed skin, catching the light as it traced along the curves of her powerful shoulders, the deep cut of her back, and the swell of her toned thighs. Her breath came slow, deliberate—barely disturbed as she rolled her neck from side to side, stretching, warming down from the storm of training she had just unleashed on the bags.
One hand slid lazily across the top rope, fingertips trailing along the worn leather, while the other pressed against her hip, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Her long, dark hair was damp at the ends, sticking slightly to her neck, framing the sharp, confident glint in her eyes.
She exhaled softly, the sound nearly a purr in the stillness, as if the empty gym itself was a lover she was teasing.
“Mm… quiet tonight,”
she murmured to herself, her voice low, smooth, dripping with amusement.
“Shame… it almost makes me wonder who’ll come wandering in to break the silence.”
Her eyes flicked toward the entrance, a slow, teasing glance—as if daring fate itself to send someone through those doors. Someone curious enough… bold enough… to step into the ring with her.
Theodora leaned into the ropes, resting her arms lazily over the top, her body language both relaxed and utterly commanding. The invitation was unspoken—but unmistakable. Whoever came next would find her waiting… ready… and more than willing to play.
