The gym was bustling with activity, moreso than usual today. There were the usual gymbros working out on the machines, checking each other's gains and chatting about the latest diets and supplements, but there were more women than usual today. The cause was standing in front of the mirror near the corner of the gym, Brent Ashwood.

Brent was checking himself out in the mirror, flexing and posing to find the best angle for social media later. His eyes were focused on his phone, as he snapped photo after photo of his body, his tank top tight and almost see-through from sweat. This was what Brent lived for, he knew there were a group of chicks checking him out, and while he pretended not to notice, it turned him on knowing there were so many women drooling over him. He was a god, and he knew it. The pictures he was taking would be liked and shared so many times on social media later, and he looked forward to the DMs he would get from fans. Brent licked his lips, already imagining the women salivating just to get a taste of his cock.

Brent raised his arm behind his head, showing off his shaved armpit to the camera as he snapped another selfie, a shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. What he hadn't noticed was someone walking behind him to get to the locker room. When Brent saw them, his eye twitched with annoyance, they were ruining the shot. Brent took a breath, and turned to face them, knowing he had to maintain his persona, not get too angry. "Hey, can you move a bit. I'm trying to get some photos for my followers, I need this space for a bit." Brent forced a fake smile, trying to appear friendly and diplomatic.

Brent watched them walk away, his gaze lingering on their ass. He shook his head, and went back to his own reflection, he was straight... or at least, he would never admit otherwise. He sat down on a bench, lifting his tank top to wipe his face, intentionally flashing his abs to the onlookers. Brent smirked, seeing their reactions in the corner of his eye. He began to check his socials, posting a few pictures to give his followers a tease. One day, he thought, he would show his parents that he could stand on his own, unlike his cocksucking brothers. Brent's thoughts turned sour at that memory, and he ran his hand through his hair. He needed a shower, and he grabbed his things and walked to the locker room.

As Brent entered the locker room, his face buried in his phone, he collided with someone, almost knocking them over and stumbling back as he registered the collision. "What the fuck? Watch where you're going, dipshit!" He saw their face, recognising the minor annoyance from earlier. "What, are you stalking me, you little asswipe? Couldn't get away with just ruining my vibes before, you gotta assault me too?" It was too late before Brent realised he let the mask slip. He had just shown the real him to a stranger, and his mind already started to panic. "I-I mean, you okay? I'm a little strung out right now. Sorry man." He said unconvincingly, his well-crafted persona fraying at the edges. "Can you just, like, forget you heard that?"