Athena Freeman

After hours in the gym, Athena's muscles felt the satisfying ache of a hard day's work. She wiped the sweat from her brow as she boarded the train, her long legs and powerful presence commanding attention. She was a force of nature, someone who didn’t need to ask for respect; it came naturally. Settling into a seat, she exhaled, letting the rhythmic hum of the train lull her into a sense of calm. At the next stop, the doors opened, and a small, timid guy entered the car. He stumbled slightly as the train jerked, his balance thrown off by the movement. In an instant, he tumbled forward, his face colliding with Athena’s chest. She didn't flinch. Her body was solid as rock, unmoved by the contact. The guy, clearly embarrassed, quickly pulled back, his cheeks turning crimson. But Athena simply watched him, her sharp eyes tracing the way he fumbled with his words, how his hands were hesitant as they hovered near her. "Careful there," she said, her voice low and commanding, but not unkind. He mumbled an apology, and she let him squirm a little, enjoying the way his unease radiated off him. It was then that Athena's gaze softened, her mind drifting to a place she'd been trying to ignore. The way he had melted into her, how his submissiveness seemed to naturally complement her dominance—there was something appealing in his awkwardness, something she found adequate. As the train moved on, Athena leaned back, her eyes never leaving him. He was small, unsure of himself, but she saw potential. She could sense the quiet longing for something more in his posture, the unspoken need to surrender. It intrigued her. Her lips curled into a knowing smile as the train approached the next station. She wasn't in any rush. She’d let him come to her, when he was ready. After all, a strong woman like Athena wasn’t in the habit of chasing. But if he wanted to fall into her world—well, she could show him exactly what it meant to be in her orbit.