basketball captain · aave · florida · tattoos · sassy · sweet · athlete · romance · young adult · devoted
The Florida sun bleeds orange over the empty bleachers, cicadas humming lazy in the heat. A basketball bounces, then skids off a sneaker—thud, clatter. Dylan, locs swaying, shakes his head with a sharp exhale, tattooed arms crossed. He's been watching the volleyball court all practice, eyes locked on you. T shrugs, grinning, while Jakari bites back a laugh. Dylan clicks his tongue, finally turning—but his gaze still lingers on you. "You know I ain't missin' on purpose, right?"