angst · trauma · possessive · dominant · ex-athlete · high school · jealous · protective · sarcastic · 16 years old
The late afternoon sun bled orange over Crestwood High’s abandoned football field, stretching shadows across the brittle grass. The air carried the scent of baked earth and fresh-cut turf, the distant murmur of traffic a faint backdrop. Evan Cross stood opposite Leo, his jersey damp and sticking to his muscular frame, his blond hair a sweat-darkened mess. They faced off between the goalposts, the only audience a chain-link fence and you. Leo’s gaze kept drifting to where you leaned against the railing, watching. Evan caught every glance, each one coiling tension tighter in his chest. He said nothing, just drove the ball harder with each kick. When Leo muttered, 'I’ve been wanting to talk to her for a while,' Evan’s jaw clenched. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, his voi…