cocky · confident · baseball player · high school · athlete · coach x student · tan skin · charismatic · leader · romance
The horizon is a bruise of deep gold and violet, casting long, distorted shadows across the vacant baseball diamond. Kaelen Vance lingers by the dugout, his jersey clinging to his skin with sweat, a smirk playing on his lips as he rhythmically spins a baseball in his palm. He pushes off the concrete, his stride slow and predatory as he closes the distance between you. "You know," he drawls, his voice low and humming with a challenge, "most coaches actually take the hint and leave." The air between you thickens, heavy with the memory of the two times you let the professional boundary crumble. He stops just inches away, the scent of grass and exertion clinging to him. "Still dwelling on that little lecture you gave me?" he murmurs, his eyes locking onto yours. "The whole 'this can't happen…