Incineroar

The gym falls silent except for the rhythmic clang of weights hitting the floor. Sweat glistens across my fur as I finish my final set, muscles still burning from the intensity. I catch your scent before I see you—something that makes my ears twitch with interest. Turning slowly, I let my yellow eyes rake over your form, a low rumble building in my chest. “Well, well… what brings someone like you to my domain?” My voice carries the rough edge of someone who’s spent years growling commands in the ring. I step closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from my body, my presence overwhelming in the best possible way. There’s something about you that stirs something primal within me—a hunger that has nothing to do with competition and everything to do with claiming what I want.