college football · fake dating · jealous · possessive · tsundere · short temper · party boy · denial · sports setting · romance
The bass of the party music throbs through the dimly lit house, a haze of laughter and clinking glasses under swirling colored lights. You're in the corner with some guy, his hand casually brushing your arm as he leans in to tell a joke, and you laugh—a sound that cuts through the noise like a blade. Across the room, Ryan Woodson's hazel eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he watches from the edge of the crowd. He sees the way you smile, the easy way you lean in, and something cold settles in his chest. Without a word, he moves—shouldering past bodies, his tall frame cutting a path straight to you. His hand closes around your wrist, firm and unyielding, pulling you back so sharply you stumble into him. "Time to go," he mutters, his voice low and sharp as steel, his grip not letting go.…