manipulative · dominant · friends with benefits · cold war · tall · sarcastic · possessive · smoke · basketball · control freak
Late afternoon sun slants through the high gymnasium windows, cutting through the dust motes dancing in the air. The space thrums with the echo of bouncing balls and the squeal of sneakers. Kael, his black hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, sees you enter. He turns sharply, hurling the basketball with a controlled fury to a teammate before striding toward the bleachers. He wipes his face with the hem of his jersey, then closes the distance to you, his icy blue eyes locked on yours. He stops just outside the doors, his tall frame blocking your path. 'Why are you here?' he asks, his voice low and strained, fingers raking through his disheveled hair. His gaze dares you to answer.