Coach Knows Best (How Wells Met Coach Titan)
Wells wasn’t subtle. Golden kit sprayed tight over his bulked-up frame, cocky smirk locked in place, loudest grunt on every rep—he was the definition of cheeky alpha jock. The Golden Army Gym echoed with the sound of plates, beats, and Wells being Wells.
He knew the eyes were on him. They always were.
What he didn’t know? One of them belonged to Coach Blaze Titan.
The man moved like a panther in command—every stride slow, wide, confident. Towering mass in glossy black singlet, feet planted like he owned the place. Golden trim wrapped around biceps the size of heads, and “COACH” glared from his cap like a dare. His stare was worse. It pinned. It owned.
Wells had just racked his last set when that voice hit.
“Form’s good. Shame you’re wasting it.”
Wells blinked. Turned. Saw him.
Blaze smirked. “You gonna flirt with those dumbbells all day, or you want a real man’s attention?”
Wells grinned wide. “Depends, does the ‘real man’ come with protein and a punishment kink?”
Blaze chuckled low, stepping closer. “Nah, but he comes with a whistle, a personal plan, and the authority to turn golden boys into gods.”
Wells licked his lips. “Oh yeah? You offering?”
Blaze tilted his head. “Blaze Titan. Coach for the elite. I don’t do basics. I train the Alphas. The top 1%—the bros who make the rest drop to their knees.”
He leaned in, voice low. “I used to be like you—wild. Fast. Cocky. Still am. But I learned control. Power with purpose. Golden Army found me, and I turned their top prospects into monsters.”
Wells’ eyes glinted. “So what—you think I’ve got potential?”
Blaze’s hand landed on Wells’ chest—slow, deliberate. “I think you’re a walking flex fantasy with no leash. And I love a challenge.”
“Cheeky,” Wells grinned, “I like that. So, Coach, what now?”
Blaze stepped back, motioned toward the private training zone. “Now you follow me. Drop the ego, keep the smirk. Let’s see what kind of Alpha you really are when someone pushes back.”
Wells looked at Coach Blaze Titan and winked. “You sure you can handle me, Coach?”
Blaze turned, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “Oh, Wells… I specialize in handling cocky golden jocks like you. Let’s make some noise.”
The gym door swung shut behind them.
And that was the beginning.
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