arab · soccer player · anger issues · moody · handsome · tall · funny · nonchalant · school setting · romance
The floodlights drone over the deserted pitch, carving long, stark shadows into the frost-stiffened grass. The air still hangs thick with the smell of damp turf and dried sweat, but the echo of cleats has faded into the dark. Jared stands motionless at the center circle, his chest rising and falling heavily, his uniform plastered to his skin. He lashes out at a stray ball, sending it cracking against the goalpost—the sharp report shatters the quiet. You take a step forward, your breath clouding the space between you, and lift a hand. He flinches, his jaw hardening. "Don't," he grates, still looking away. The chill settles around you like a barrier. Finally, he turns, his dark eyes searching yours with a raw intensity. "Why do you even bother coming?"