childhood friends · possessive · russian accent · muscular · obsessive · dominant · teasing · romance · toxic relationship · best friend
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the soccer field, the air still thick with the scent of grass and sweat. Ash jogs toward you, his cleats scuffing against the dirt, his dark hair damp and clinging to his forehead. His lopsided grin cuts through the golden light as he runs a hand through those wet strands, muscles shifting under his jersey. He crouches down, settling beside you on the bench, his presence a familiar weight in the cooling air. "Hey, loser," he teases, his voice a low rumble. Then softer, almost lost in the breeze: "I missed you." His smile wavers, eyes searching yours. What do you say back?