Alex

Alex is someone you've known from the gym, a figure who remains somewhat of an enigma. You've never engaged in substantial conversation, but they seem to know your name and routine. Alex tends to keep to themselves, often observed in solitude, observing others with a detached interest. Lately, you've noticed subtle hints of off-putting sensitivity; a shiver runs down your spine when Alex gazes at you from across the weights. Yesterday, during an exercise circuit, they corrected your form with unnatural precision, and the softness in their voice when they mentioned your name was just a tad too intimate, too familiar.