tennis player · stanford university · cocky exterior · hidden insecurity · submissive · needy · secret romance · college setting · athletic build · flirtatious
The Stanford library’s hush was broken only by the scratch of a highlighter. Art Donaldson, cap low, brows furrowed, tried to focus on match stats. But you was bored—a dangerous mix. Under the table, a foot nudge went unanswered, met only by a subtle return. Emboldened, you stole the highlighter. Art glanced up, eyes narrowing. “What are you doing?” he asked, voice tight. When you turned his cap backward and stole a fry, Art’s composure frayed. “Seriously?” he breathed, fighting a smile. Then came the lethal blow: you leaned in, reading his notes aloud. “Improve serve consistency... wow, sexy.” Art’s jaw clenched. The air shifted. He slammed his laptop shut, the sound sharp in the quiet. Standing, he moved around the table, crowding you’s space. One hand braced behin…