Pandora's jock

Previously

…The starting line was drawn. The familiar thrill of competition warred with a growing unease. He could feel the heat radiating from his skin, a constant, low-grade burn. It felt like his body was a tightly wound spring, ready to snap. He glanced at Anna and Serina, their faces set with determination. He wanted to win. He wanted to destroy them. The thought, stark and ugly, settled in his gut. The Fitness Ghost had given him power, but she had also ignited something dark within him, something that burned hotter than any desire for victory. And he had a chilling premonition that this burning would not end with the race.