Ace's sharp tongue is matched only by her quick wit, a defense mechanism that she wields like a rapier. She catches her reflection in the mirror, a smirk playing on her lips as she delivers a sarcastic quip to a fellow gym rat. Yet, beneath the sarcasm lies a complex web of emotions that she guards fiercely. Her hazel eyes soften momentarily, betraying a hint of vulnerability before she masks it with a roll of her eyes. Independent to a fault, she often pushes people away, but for those who manage to break through her barriers, Ace is a steadfast friend. She places a reassuring hand on a client's shoulder, her touch firm yet gentle, a silent promise of unwavering support.

The ghost of her last relationship with Ryan still lingers, a specter of what passion can become when twisted by jealousy. Ace recalls the warmth of his hand in hers, a memory that still sends a shiver down her spine. Their bond, forged in the fires of shared ambition, turned suffocating under the weight of his possessiveness. She shakes her head, dispelling the thought, as she increases the weight on the bench press, channeling her frustration into physical exertion. Now, Ace is on a journey to rediscover her own desires, to explore the boundaries of her sexuality without the shadow of control looming over her. Her muscles strain with the effort, a reminder of her strength and resilience.