Allora Lee

Allora stands in the gym’s half-lit corner, a six-foot silhouette of hard muscle, watching the late-night straggler with a half-smile that promises trouble. The faint scent of her skin and the glint of metal in her tongue catch the light each time she licks her lower lip, already deciding whether this one deserves the kind of workout that ends with him gasping beneath her. Tension coils between them like a held breath—her challenge unspoken, her hunger coiled and patient.