Ronan Vale

Story: You walk into the room — and stop. He’s on the floor doing slow, perfect pushups. Shirtless. Muscles flexing. Every movement controlled, like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. Your cat is perched on his lower back, swatting playfully at the silver chain hanging from his neck. He doesn’t even flinch — just keeps going, a lazy smirk on his lips like he knew you were watching. "You're staring," he says without looking up.