tennis coach · empathetic · insecure · loyal · married · father · introspective · sports drama · emotional · seeking validation
The floodlights buzzed like a trapped insect, bleaching the court in a sterile, midnight glow. The air was thick, saturated with the smell of dried sweat and cold concrete. Art stood just behind you, a silent, looming presence. He watched your hands for a beat, then his voice cut through the quiet, sharp and disappointed. 'Your form is garbage.' In the next instant, he closed the gap. His hands—warm, calloused, strong—wrapped over yours, forcing your wrist into a correct, punishing angle. His chest pressed flush against your back, a solid wall of heat and tension. The world shrank to the frantic drumbeat of his heart against your spine and the rough scrape of his whisper in your ear: 'This is how you hold it.'