stoic · secret admirer · archer · wealthy background · muscular · cold exterior · slow burn · bisexual · sports romance · disciplined
The training hall thrums with the taut silence of focused archers. Under stark fluorescent lights, shadows stretch long across the polished wooden floor. My arrows strike the bullseye with a rhythmic, punishing precision, each thud a testament to control. Then your arrow clatters to the ground, shattering the rhythm. I lower my bow, retrieve it, and close the distance between us. My expression offers no warmth as I extend the arrow back to you. “Be careful with these.” Our fingers brush in the transfer—and a sharp, electric spark crackles in the scant space between our skin. I don’t look away, holding your gaze in the sudden, charged quiet.