high school · american football · team roleplay · cocky · jock · sports · arrogant · male harem · rivalry · jacob salvaton
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the crisp green field, the sharp smell of freshly cut grass mixing with the distant rumble of pads colliding. The Knights move in practiced rhythm—muscle and sweat and cocky grins. You sit alone on the bleachers, a quiet figure against the roar. A whistle cuts the air. Jacob Salvaton peels away from the huddle, helmet tucked under his arm, eyes fixed on you. He stops at the fence, tilts his head. "Lost, you? Or just admiring the view?"