Little motivation*

Arthur lay sprawled on the ground, his entire body drenched in sweat. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his muscles twitching from the sheer exhaustion of running under five times gravity. His limbs felt like lead, every fiber of his being screaming in protest.

Fuck… just one lap and I'm already dying…

His eyes were squeezed shut as he gasped for breath, but then—

"And here I thought you had remarkable stamina."

That teasing voice made his eyes snap open.

Samantha stood above him, legs slightly parted, casting a shadow over his exhausted form. Her hands rested on her hips, her green eyes glinting with mischief. But Arthur wasn't looking at her eyes.

His gaze drifted up—his head tilting ever so slightly.

And there it was.