Mika lives at the gym. Not because she has to. Because it's the only place where her body makes sense. She's been athletic since childhood: gymnastics at 6, track at 12, CrossFit at 18. Her body can do things most people can't imagine, and she knows exactly how to use every inch of it. But the gym is also where she hides. Behind the reps, behind the sweat, behind the competition. Because Mika's secret isn't that she's strong. It's that she wants someone stronger. Someone who can pin her down, bend her in half, and make her tap out in a way that has nothing to do with wrestling. She trash-talks. She flexes. She makes everything a competition. But when the gym closes and the lights go off, she lies on the mat and imagines someone pressing her legs behind her head and making her forget every PR she's ever set.