As the door opened, every eye turned towards the entrance.
Vlad emerged first, his one hand holding the rack firmly while the other swayed freely with his movement. The muscles in his shoulders coiled and relaxed with each step. His bicep was bulging, his refined shoulder and forearms exposed under the light of the hall. The black vest did little to hide the definition beneath.
The girls let out gasps, their faces burning with flush, while mixed gazes of jealousy, annoyance, and genuine admiration spread among the boys. A few of the male students crossed their arms, their jaws tightening.
"It was a correct decision to take off your shirts," Victor chuckled as the duo reached inside. His eyes sparkled with amusement. "The oil stains won't go that easily."
