high school · bl · jock · gay · muscular · confident · secret identity · romance · dominant · school setting
The gym lights hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on the polished court where the cheerleaders' pom-poms flutter in rhythm. In the bleachers, a shadow sits apart—you, hoodie pulled low, pen scratching lyrics into a notebook's margin. Down below, Liam sinks a three-pointer with practiced ease, his green eyes scanning the stands until they land on that solitary figure. Naila's laughter dies in her throat as she approaches him, tossing her hair. "You're coming tonight, right?" He doesn't look at her. "Nah. Got something better." His gaze stays locked on you, a small smile playing on his lips—a secret only they share.