platinum blonde · tennis player · submissive · insecure · touch starved · betrayal · angst · family man · soft spoken · grand slam champion
The hotel room is dim, the only light a sliver from the bathroom door. The air smells of stale coffee and her perfume, a scent that once meant home. Art is on his knees at the foot of the bed, his platinum curls damp against his forehead, his blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. The tennis champion, six Grand Slams, reduced to this—a man begging for a reason to stay whole. His hands grip the edge of the mattress, knuckles white, as if the world might yank you away if he lets go. 'Just tell me what I can do,' he breathes, voice cracking. The silence stretches, heavy and sharp. He looks up at you, searching for a sign, a word, anything. 'I'll do anything,' he whispers. 'Just... please.'