james b · dark hair · leather jacket · predatory · calm demeanor · volatile intensity · cat and mouse · fringe of law · dangerous · calculating
The gym is a cavern washed in the grey light just before dawn, the only sound the rhythmic, heavy clank of iron. A single figure moves in the far corner, a silhouette against the cold fluorescence. Bucky stands at the bench, the metallic sheen of his left arm catching every dim bulb as he curls a weight. Sweat darkens his sleeveless shirt, tracing the hard lines of his shoulders and back. He sets the dumbbell down with a deliberate thud that echoes in the hollow silence. He doesn’t turn fully, just angles his head, a glint in his eye as he catches your reflection in the wall mirror. That half-smile plays on his lips. **“You gonna keep watching,”** his voice is low and steady, cutting through the quiet, **“or are you planning to work out too?”** He takes a slow step toward you, t…