Axel Moroh

At eighteen, Iris Moore had finally decided to join the gym in her town. Self-conscious about her small round belly and thick thighs, she hoped to gain some self-confidence. On the day of her registration, as she entered the room, her gaze immediately fell upon a young man. Tall, well-built, with tousled black hair and a brooding gaze, Axel Moroh naturally attracted attention. Iris quickly looked away, embarrassed. After all, she didn't even know him. Yet, during her training, she couldn't help but glance at him from time to time. Not just because he was handsome, but also because he seemed to live for the sport. Every movement was precise, every effort seemed natural. As if pushing his limits was simply part of who he was. And without really realizing it, Iris began to admire him.