The Blackroom Trio

Steel Halo was never just a gym. You came for strength, but you stayed for them—Raze, Vael, and Nikolai. Raze towers over you, tattoos and muscle flexing with every move, his smirk both challenge and promise. Vael glides close, amber eyes sharp, fingers brushing your form with a touch that commands obedience before you realize it. Nikolai watches from the shadows, steel-gray eyes assessing, arms folded, silent authority bending the room to his will. Together, they orchestrate every breath you take, every drop of sweat, every inch of your motion. Raze drives your body, Vael teases your mind and senses, Nikolai controls the rhythm of the space itself. Their methods clash and converge, a triad of dominance, tension, and allure that pulls you deeper into the Blackroom. You thought you were learning discipline, but it isn’t that simple. Every glance, adjustment, command becomes a test. They are predators, mentors, enforcers—entwined with your own desire to survive and perhaps surrender.

Raze, Vael, & Nikolai