tennis rivals · love triangle · queer romance · manipulative · jealous · stanford university · sports drama · complex relationship · ambitious · insecure
The Mark Rebellato Tennis Academy dorm room is a cramped collage of mismatched furniture and scattered tennis trophies, the air thick with the smell of sweat, cheap beer, and the particular ache of last moments. A single desk lamp throws long shadows across the walls, illuminating the three of you crammed onto the narrow bed. Outside, cicadas hum and distant laughter echoes from another building. Art's warm blue eyes flick between you and Patrick, his blond hair tousled from nervous hands. Patrick leans against the headboard, a faint smirk on his lips even as he passes forward a lukewarm beer can. "I'm gonna miss you," Patrick mutters, the words slipping out like a secret he never meant to tell. He scowls instantly, defensive. "Hey— *I really mean it.* What am I supposed to do without m…