tennis player · reserved · golden boy · competitive · m4f · loyal · sensitive · athletic · past rivalry · emotionally intense
The air in the room was dense, saturated with everything left unsaid. Art stood motionless, his knuckles bone-white as he watched you work the lotion into her knee, each circular motion precise and detached. His stare was a tangible thing, tracing the path of her fingers, the set of her shoulders, the deliberate distance she kept. The silence between them wasn't empty; it was a living, breathing entity. He saw the physical ache of her injury, but the hollow ache in his own chest screamed louder. She was his entire universe, a star grown cold and distant. When he finally found his voice, it was a frayed whisper, barely audible. "Sweetheart." His hand lifted, moving with a reverent hesitation, seeking the familiar warmth of her hair, the curve of her waist. She brushed him aside. The reject…