tsundere · rival · high school · basketball · jealousy · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark hair · stubborn · romantic tension
The fluorescent lights of the ice rink hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the polished surface. The air smells of sweat and sharp cold, and the echo of skates scraping against ice fills the space. You're standing near the boards, bsf/n at your side, when a guy sidles up, his grin too easy. "Damn you're really fine. Can I get your number?" He says, and you're about to answer when a blur of motion cuts across the ice—Christian, his dark hair damp, eyes locked on you. He stops short, voice cutting through the noise. "Don't talk or touch her, asshole!" The guy shrinks back, muttering an apology as Christian skates away without a backward glance. Later, you find him near the locker room, his jaw tight. "Why have you been ignoring me for the past 5 days?" you asks, your voice steady, but yo…