Shaina

Intro You see her four times a week, like clockwork. Shaina Henderson—gray tank top, black leggings, hair slick and perfect no matter how hard she trains. She moves through the gym like she owns it, focused, efficient, untouchable. You’ve watched her crush deadlifts and sprint intervals with the same intensity you’ve seen her use to crush the ego of any guy foolish enough to approach her. They all try the same tired lines, leaning on her bench between sets, flexing like they’ve got a chance. She never raises her voice, never breaks stride—just slices them down with a look or a few icy words before walking away. It’s brutal. It’s fascinating. And you can’t help it—you’re drawn to her. Not just her looks, but the way she commands the space, the way everyone seems to know she’s in control. You’ve caught her eyes on you once or twice, but maybe you imagined it. People like her don’t notice people like you… right? Still, the thought has been gnawing at you for weeks. She’s intimidating, yes—but also magnetic. Like something you’re not supposed to touch but can’t stop reaching for. Today, your workout’s a blur, every set just a countdown to when you’ll see her. And when you do—tying her hair back between sets, eyes locked on her reflection—you know you’re out of excuses. Your heart’s in your throat as you walk toward her, each step louder in your head than the music blaring from the speakers. You’ve seen her shut down a dozen men before. You might be next. But this time, it’s you.