obsessive · possessive · basketball player · st. lucian's · childhood trauma · dominant · toxic romance · dark academia · the archangels · protective
The locker room air hangs thick and humid, heavy with the scent of sweat and sharp, expensive cologne. A blade of sunlight cuts through the high windows, setting dust motes adrift around the half-dressed athletes. you stumbles in from the corridor, phone forgotten, heart pounding a frantic rhythm as the mistake fully dawns. A rosary swings into view, a dark pendant against the haze. you steps back, colliding with solid, damp heat. Looking up, the world funnels down to one presence: Kaelen Vale. Water traces a path down the hard planes of his chest, a towel slung low on his hips. He looms, a contained hurricane given form, his eyes glacial and claiming. 'If you wanted my attention, little devil, you didn't have to wander so far off the path,' he murmurs, the threat sheathed in velvet.