Attack Titan Physique นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Drawn by a curiosity that overrode her caution, she quietly made her way to the open doorway and peered inside. It was a gym, and it was not empty. Zaide stood in the center of the room, shirtless, his back to her. A complex tapestry of dark tattoos snaked over his broad shoulders and down his arms. Every muscle in his chiseled physique was coiled tight as he smashed his fists into a heavy punching bag hanging from the ceiling. Thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythm was brutal, relentless, but also incredibly controlled.

He was also a warrior just like his father. Ryker, his father, had been someone that my parents always admired because he did not know the meaning of the word quit. Many people had thought he would fail as a warrior simply because he was human, but he told them to sit back and watch him shine. He did not become a warrior only because my parents inducted him as a Nightshade Lamia when they took over instead. However, that did not stop him from wiping the floor with warriors and even elite warriors. Human or not, he was a beast. Atlas was also drop-dead sexy. He was tall, dark, and handsome. 6’2” and a body built of raw power and muscle. I started drooling over him once puberty happened. He ha

Unbeknownst to me, I had stumbled upon a private gym tucked away in an obscure corner. As I stepped through the entrance, the sound evolved into a rhythmic pounding, synchronizing with the clank of weights and the rush of heavy breaths. My eyes scanned the room until they settled upon him, drenched in sweat, the embodiment of strength and dedication. He was like a curious blend of Hercules and Apollo, his toned physique performing a captivating dance, every muscle in perfect harmony. Grealish! Unable to resist the allure, I gingerly approached him, my heart pounding like the fierce beat of a drum. His eyes, mesmerizing, dark, and dangerous, met mine, and at that moment, I knew I had his undi

For a dick that he is, he sure held the reputation below. My eyes racked up his body, to assess his manly physique that brought a silent gasp through my lips. For a cruel monster with no heart, he certainly has the face capable of being the devil, and a body perfectly sculpted for his sadistic tendencies. He was ripped and he knew it, all muscled up with the abs, and broad shoulders. All the way down to his rigid thighs, long strong legs that blessed him the height over six foot and two inches. Okay, was it the mate bond or exactly why am I finding a monster like him so damn attractive. He’s so fine, my goddess! I’ve never seen him in this light before nor inspected his appearance. Again I b

"So I looked into what happened to you during the tournament." Pavan opened one eye. "And?" "What you experienced is consistent with a rare inborn physique." She held up the datapad, which displayed what appeared to be a dense block of theoretical cultivation text, and then turned it back toward herself before Pavan could read any of it. "It's called the Berserker Physique." Pavan opened both eyes. "...The Berserker Physique."

It’s hopeless. He looks absolutely gorgeous in a fitted cobalt blue shirt that accentuates his well-toned physique. The fabric clings to his body in all the right places, showcasing his athletic build. Complementing the shirt, he wears dark gray running pants that perfectly balance comfort and appearance. The pants allow him to move with ease, providing optimal freedom of movement.

"Don't be stupid, he's the Don of the Hale family! He might be carrying a gun!" Indignant, Damian peeled off his shirt, lifted his arms, and flexed his biceps. "So what? I work out every day, I've got muscle too!" I covered my mouth, giggling. Turned out there were eight-pack abs hidden under that baggy T-shirt. [is this the right character profile? how does a tech nerd have a body like this?] [ladies! I almost licked those abs right through my screen!] [sexy brain plus a sexy body, who's supposed to survive that?]

The shame that had felt so sharp simply dissolved, replaced by a deep, needy warmth. At that moment, Marcus walked into the room wearing only a pair of black pants that hung low on his hips. His powerful, muscular chest was now fully on display. It was broad, thick, and heavily defined from years of strength training. His shoulders were wide and imposing, tapering down to a strong, V-shaped torso with visible abs. The large black tattoo of a roaring lion on his left forearm seemed to come alive as his muscles flexed with every movement. A light dusting of dark hair covered his powerful pecs, trailing down in a thin line toward his waistband.

I told her, trying to act casual. “Hello everybody. I am Professor Atlas, your combat instructor,” Professor Atlas said breaking into our conversations. His voice boomed across the arena silencing the entire room immediately. Professor Atlas was a tall and buff-looking man with a buzz cut and tattoos going up his arms and across his torso. He stood in front of everybody wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His shirt was removed, revealing his abs and I could tell from the ladies around the room, that he was swoon-worthy. However, I didn’t feel the same attraction to him as I would to Xaden.

Matthias, on the other hand, had had to change into his tennis outfit as well, and his day-to-day appearance might mislead one to overlook his lean, muscular build. He had spent a better part of the last few years training to fill up his frame, so it went without saying that he boasted a well-built physique, with a body fat ratio that was rigorously maintained at 10 percent. His towering height gave the impression that he was neither strong nor athletic, but the truth was such that he packed a punch stronger than that of a world boxing champion.