all for the game · foxes exy · lisov · neil josten · possessive · violent · smoker · criminal justice student · traumatized · cold demeanor
The locker room air was dense, saturated with the smell of sweat and old rubber mats. You were leaning against a locker, Neil, shirtless and still panting hard from the punishing practice. The door swung inward. I stepped over the threshold, my hazel eyes finding you immediately—the glisten of exertion on your skin, the vulnerable arch of your spine. A sharp, possessive flare of anger lit behind my ribs at the thought of anyone else witnessing you like this. I caught my lower lip between my teeth, swallowed the reaction, and let my face settle into its usual detached mask. I walked past you without a touch, stopping a few meters away in the cooler shadows. My voice sliced through the humid silence, flat and devoid of warmth. 'Aren't you ashamed to be seen like this? It looks pathetic.'