Personal Trainer

His name was Alvar.

Varya's shoulders heaved as she stared at the man standing in front of her. Her silver hair was tied back. Sweat ran down her face and dripped off of her chin onto her chest.

For the past ten days, Alvar had been relentlessly training her every evening. Each morning after training with him, she woke up to a sore body - muscles aching that she didn't even know existed until they became sore.

That evening, she had been trying to evade his attacks for two hours and practicing gun draws in order to get faster and more accurate with them. He had been relentless with her, but he assured her it was necessary because if she was ever under attack, they wouldn't hold back either.

However, one thing that made her feel unsettled is the way he looked at her when he didn't think she was paying attention. It had been a while since someone looked at her with so much desire and it made her unsettled.