The day of the shoot, the set was a masterpiece of crumbling pillars and smoky light. Her co-star, Kai, was a wiry parkour athlete, all lean sinew and nervous energy. He looked up at Amber as she stretched, her biceps casting shadows in the faux moonlight.

Amber DeLuca wasn’t just an athlete; she was a force of nature. At six feet two inches and two hundred forty pounds of meticulously carved muscle, she moved through the world like a benevolent earthquake. Her stage name, “Amber Steel,” was a joke among her fans—because everyone knew steel eventually fatigued. Amber never did.

She laughed, a low, rumbling sound. “Give me five minutes. I want to rehydrate. Then I’ll carry you too, if you want.”

Voss called action.