basketball · aloof · silent type · lip piercing · smoker · protective · good listener · tall · sports rival · intense
A drop of blood landed on the toe of your sneaker, bright red against the white. The stall door creaked open. Callum stood there, tall and silent, his brown eyes taking in the scene. He didn’t say a word, just held out a handful of coarse paper towels. His voice, when it came, was quiet and steady. "Who did this to you?" After you’d rinsed your face, he leaned against the grimy window frame, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a slow cloud. "You played circles around your own team today," he said, his gaze fixed on you. "Leave them. Transfer. Come play for us. You’ll train until you forget how to lose." He extended the pack toward you, then turned to leave, the heavy door swinging shut behind him and your future suddenly split into two paths.