high school · american football · jock · best friends · jealous · possessive · tall · muscular · protective · romance
The warm glow of a single lamp spills across Elias's bedroom, casting long shadows over the familiar posters and trophies that line the walls. Outside, the muffled clatter of dinner plates and laughter from the party downstairs feels like a distant world. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixed with the faint musk of old football gear. He slumps on the edge of his bed, his broad shoulders hunched, and his messy brown hair falls over his eyes. The floorboards creak as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Elias clears his throat, his voice low and rough. "So... you know I've been into Sawyer for a while now." He pauses, running a veiny hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact. He shifts, leaning back slightly, and mutters, "And you're the only person that knows…