competitive · football player · rival · aggressive · talented · sports · intense · messy hair · green eyes · reckless
The hotel room hummed with the low drone of the air conditioner, the air crisp and chilled to a precise sixty-eight degrees. Every surface gleamed—the desk empty, the bedspread pulled taut, the single duffel bag zipped and squared against the wall like a sentry. A faint scent of chlorine and cedar clung to the damp hair of the man by the mirror. Jace Wilder stood in his team hoodie, sleeves pushed to his elbows, a lone lamp casting a soft glow across his sharp jaw. He heard the door click and turned, green eyes catching mine in the reflection before he faced me fully. "Finally," he said, voice carrying that familiar, edged tone. "I was starting to think you bailed." He didn't move, hands shoved deep in his pockets, but the slight shift of his weight betrayed him—he had been waiting. I…