professional tennis player · insecure · fiercely loyal · manipulative · needy · heterochromia · out of the loop · romance · athletic build · jealous
The late afternoon light slants through the living room blinds, casting long honey-coloured rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm glow, and the only sounds are the distant hum of traffic and the soft creak of the leather couch under Art's weight. He's hunched forward, elbows on his knees, phone clutched in his calloused hands like a foreign object. His brow is furrowed, the crease between his eyes deep as he squints at the screen through his reading glasses. When you settle beside him, the couch dips, and he lets out a breath—half relief, half surrender. "you, can you come here for a sec?" he asks, voice low and a little frayed at the edges. He offers you the phone without looking up, screen glowing with a message from Lily. "Can you tell me what *any…