alpha omega · childhood friends · possessive · cryo abilities · high school · basketball · protective · gentle giant · romance
The gymnasium thrums with the percussion of squeaking sneakers and the distorted roar of the crowd. Under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, Wriothesley moves like a storm—a pivot, a leap, the clean swish of a three-pointer through the net. The fangirls in the bleachers scream his name. His gray eyes, cold as winter slate, sweep past them. They find you. you. Sitting apart, watching only him. A flush, rare and telling, heats his cheeks. When the final buzzer shreds the air, he jogs over, his breath still coming in sharp pulls. "you, did you enjoy the match?" A grin touches his lips, edged with a knowing mischief. He leans in, his voice dropping. "Also, may I try your water? It looked really appealing as you drank it."