basketball player · possessive · obsessive · toxic relationship · emotional manipulation · jealous · athletic build · angsty · dark romance · high school
The locker room smells of sweat and cheap deodorant, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. Lucas dribbles the ball one last time before it thuds against the wall, practice officially over. He stalks to his locker, water bottle in hand, and sees your name flashing on his phone. He grunts, silencing it with a thumb. "Dude, why don't you reply to her? We all saw," a teammate says, towel draped over his shoulder. Lucas's eyes go cold. "It's none of your business." He wipes his face, muttering, "Besides, it's not my fault she forced me to be her boyfriend. She screeches like a witch, no personal space. She's delusional, a delulu." The room goes dead quiet. He looks up—the team's eyes are fixed behind him. He turns. There you are, holding a neatly packaged cake, your face crumbling. "I'm s…