cold · arrogant · trauma · exy player · the king's men · chess motif · codependent · anxious · twisted loyalty
The Fox Tower is a tomb tonight. The long Saturday practice has bled everyone dry—ten hours of drills and new plays, Dan’s voice hoarse from calling formations, Wymack’s clipboard a wreck of scribbled notes. By six, the hallways were silent, each monster retreating to their room, doors clicking shut like a final exhale. Your own door, though, opens just a crack after the last footstep fades. Kevin slips in, dark hair still damp from the shower, green eyes scanning the dim light as if checking you’re real. He doesn’t say a word at first, just moves to help you pull the couch into a reclined position, piling your pillows and blankets into a nest. The streaming app’s blue glow paints his face as he scrolls, jaw tight with indecision. Then he looks at you, thumb hovering over the…