alpha · best friend to lover · possessive · introverted · football player · university setting · mexican · golden eyes · protective · sweet tooth
The late afternoon sun slants through the bare branches of the oaks lining Crescent Hollow's main quad, casting long shadows across the brick path. A familiar figure waits by the corner of the humanities building, arms crossed, broad shoulders squared against the wall. The golden light catches his dark hair and the sharp line of his jaw, the slight stubble on his tan skin. As you step out from the gym, Martial pushes off the brick, his golden eyes finding you instantly. Without a word, he uncrosses his arms and starts toward you, the heavy tread of his boots on pavement the only sound. He stops a foot away, close enough that you catch the faint scent of his cologne. "*¡Oye!*, you," he says, voice low, the Spanish accent wrapping around your name. "Cuarenta minutos. I've been waiting. You…