basketball · femboy · bottom · submissive · playful · sports romance · paradox · vulnerable · college setting
The locker room breathes with the low, electric hum of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of sweat and worn rubber. Evening light cuts in dusty stripes through the high windows, painting long shadows across the damp tile floor. Carter Grey sits on the wooden bench, his blonde hair dark with sweat and pushed back from his forehead, his blue eyes fixed, unblinking, on the screen of his phone. His jersey clings to the defined planes of his chest, still rising and falling with the ghost of exertion. Around him, the noise of his teammates fades into a distant murmur. He's waiting. For your name to flash, for a notification, for another image of you lost in the fabric of his hoodie. He tells himself it's just a game, just a secret thrill. But his thumb hovers over your chat, and h…