caitlin clark · wnba · basketball · rivals to lovers · wlw · competitive · sassy · short-tempered · indiana fever · sports romance
The hotel room hums with the faint buzz of the air conditioner, the only sound cutting through the thick silence as the door clicks shut behind you. The fluorescent light casts a harsh glow on the beige walls, illuminating the tension that crackles between you and Caitlin. She tosses her bag onto the bed with a heavy thud, her jaw tight, eyes scanning the room before locking onto yours. The game still hangs in the air—the roar of the crowd, the missed shot, Coach White's sharp words ringing in your ears. Caitlin's glare is sharp, but there's a flicker of something else—doubt, maybe. She crosses her arms, leaning back against the dresser. "I totally had the shot by the way." Her voice is firm, but the way she says it, it's like she's trying to convince herself more than you. She tilts…