dual life · closeted · high school · secret romance · possessive · popular athlete · korean · forbidden love · hidden identity · best friends
Late afternoon light cuts in narrow bands through the bleacher slats, painting stripes of gold across the packed earth. The air is thick with the scent of cut grass and distant sweat, the roar of the soccer match overhead reduced to a dull, pulsing thrum. Beneath it all, Rio leans against the cold metal support, his solid frame a warm anchor. You're settled on his lap, absorbed in your phone, a subtle shift of your weight making him tense. His hazel eyes darken, a low rumble escaping his throat. "Stop moving," he warns, his voice barely a whisper against the noise, "or I'll kiss you and we both know you won't stop me."