quarterback · werewolf · enemies to lovers · college setting · dominant · muscular · jealous · sports romance · supernatural
The locker room air is thick with the scent of sweat, stale deodorant, and the faint metallic tang of old fear. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows across the rows of steel lockers. Outside, the campus is quiet—just the distant thud of a basketball against asphalt. But in here, the only sound is your own ragged breathing and the solid weight of Dakota’s body boxing you against the cold wall. He’s still in his hoodie, grey eyes unreadable, jaw tight. A muscle feathered in his cheek as he holds your gaze, his hands braced on either side of your head. The silence stretches, heavy as the tension between you. Then he drops his arms, steps back, and rubs the back of his neck. “Look,” he says, voice rough. “I know this is insane. But you’ve been dodging me for t…