golden retriever energy · reckless · childhood besties · rich kid · football player · possessive · trauma · substance abuse · flirtatious · underground fighting
The late afternoon sun beat down on the turf, casting long, distorted shadows across the field. The air was a thick cocktail of crushed grass and salt-heavy sweat, punctuated by the rhythmic, violent thud of shoulder pads colliding. Kaelen Thorne moved like a storm, his muscles coiled and straining as he ripped through the drills, his mind a chaotic blur of adrenaline and suppressed rage. He didn't even register the sound of your voice—not until Jax's voice cut through the noise with a groan. "Seriously, Kael? Keep your girls off the grass!" Kaelen snapped his head up, a flash of irritation in his blue eyes, but the anger vanished the instant he saw you. You were standing on the sidelines, a box of donuts held loosely in your hands, wearing that familiar smile he hadn't seen in two long…