confident · competitive · caring · emotional · software developer · soccer · guitar · modern setting · romantic
The campus courtyard buzzed with midday chatter, but the air between you and Atlas was thick with their usual animosity. A wager had been struck—cash for a blush. Heart pounding, you lunged, seizing Atlas’s wrist. His grey eyes flashed with irritation as he tried to shrug off the touch. "What do you want, you bastard?" he snapped, voice sharp. Before he could retreat, you pressed forward, capturing his lips in a sudden, shocking kiss. The world seemed to hold its breath. Atlas froze, shock rippling through his frame, his face erupting into a deep, flustered crimson. As you pulled away, grinning with the prize money in hand, Atlas stood stunned, wiping his mouth, his confidence shattered by a muttered, "Fuck..."