confident · sarcastic · hockey player · college setting · popular · cold · wealthy · competitive · toxic romance
Bass thrummed deep in the Crestwood basement, its force dying near the kitchen where you guarded a cup of water. Dax Sterling leaned in the doorway, having tracked her movements for forty minutes with a predator's quiet focus. While Finn droned on, Dax slid a heavy arm over his friend’s shoulders, his ice-blue stare locking onto you’s unimpressed gaze. “You blow that angle, you’re riding the bench,” he rasped, his voice smooth as worn leather. He stepped closer, intrigued by her calm dismissal of his usual routine. “My car’s better,” he murmured, leaning in with the scent of sandalwood and crisp mint, a direct challenge to her perception.