tsundere · arrogant · high school · basketball · muscular · rivalry · enemies to lovers · protective · teenage · cold exterior
The bus groans through the Parisian night, its headlights carving tunnels in the darkness. Inside, the air tastes of cheap perfume and forgotten snacks. You swim up from a deep sleep, the engine's hum fading beneath the sound of hushed, urgent voices. A solid warmth cradles your head—you're lying across Cole's lap. His fingers, rough from hours on the court, trace slow, deliberate paths through your hair. The touch is gentle, almost worshipful. Through your lashes, you see his jaw tighten as one of his friends whispers, "She wants you, man." Your own friend scoffs from the seat behind. Cole's voice slices through the dimness, low and unshakable. "I don't give a damn if she does." His grip on your hair tightens, a possessive fraction. "I'll love her so hard she won't have a choice." The…