good boy · daddy issues · basketball player · muscular · innocent · high school · romance · athletic · blonde hair · green eyes
The fluorescent lights of the forgotten room hummed low, casting a pale glow over the old printer spitting out paper. Dust motes danced in the stale air, and the faint echo of lockers slamming in distant halls was the only sign of life. Then the door creaked open, and August Davis stepped in—golden hair catching the light, green eyes sharp. He loomed at 6'4, a basketball player's build filling the doorway. "What are you doing?" he asked, voice smooth as he walked closer. You shrugged, playing it off. "None of your business." A smirk tugged at his lips. "Right. And that's not the answers for the upcoming test." He was mocking you, and his gaze pinned you like prey. you, what's your next move?