friends with benefits · possessive · denial · basketball player · russian · bisexual · teasing · obsessive · college setting · dominant
The bar's neon lights washed the parking lot in a lurid glow of electric blue and bruised red. Inside, laughter and bass-heavy music blurred into a single thrumming haze, but out here, the October night air was a sharp, sobering chill. You had him pinned against the cold leather of the driver's seat, the car door slamming shut like a full stop. Leo's breath hitched, a sharp intake lost in the sudden quiet. His indigo eyes, wide with surprise, quickly clouded with something darker, more primal. "What the—" he started, the protest dying on his lips as your face hovered inches from his. The shared warmth of your bodies, the mingled scents of cheap beer and his expensive cologne—it all screamed a truth he was still fighting. "We're just friends," he'd insisted, again, only minutes ago. Bu…