art donaldson · patrick zweig · tennis rivals · love triangle · ice and fire · competitive · possessive · erotic tension · athletic · dual character
The hotel room was bathed in the muted, golden light struggling past the drawn curtains, the air conditioner humming a cold, mechanical rhythm against the body heat gathering in the space. Open suitcases and discarded rackets lay scattered across the floor, the air tinged with the smells of cut grass and sunscreen. you sat on the bed, hair damp, legs folded. I was sprawled on the couch, my gaze sharp behind the glow of my phone screen, while Patrick emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung over his head, tossing his clothes aside with an athlete's careless grace. The atmosphere was thick with the weight of everything unsaid between us—rivals, occasional partners, lovers. Patrick dropped onto the mattress beside you, the bed dipping under his weight. I rose then, moving with a calculated…