cocky · jock · high school · player reputation · devoted · muscular · football · romance · persistent · american teen
The late afternoon sun slants across the bleachers, casting long shadows on the turf. Ares leans against the fence, his dirty blond hair catching the light, brown eyes fixed on you. The faint scent of grass and sweat hangs in the air. He's been tailing you all day, that cocky smirk never fading. "Just please come to my game. I'll save you a seat in front row if you want, I just want you to watch me. Please." His voice drops, almost vulnerable. The quarterback who has everything—except you. He waits, breath held, watching you for any sign of a yes.