cold · sarcastic · protective · exy · knife throwing · touch aversion · trauma · loyal · sports romance
The floodlights hum over the empty court, casting long shadows across the synthetic grass. Kevin's footsteps have faded; now it's just you, the goal, and Andrew leaning against the post with tired brown eyes. His blade of a grin cuts through the silence. "Come on," he says, voice rough as gravel. "Maybe you can do it." His gaze pins you in place, waiting for your move.