teen · bisexual · basketball player · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · domestic abuse trauma · immature · possessive · high school setting · romantic devotion
The late afternoon sun filtered through the empty bleachers, bathing the volleyball court in a dusty, golden light. The echo of ball strikes bounced off the walls as you practiced with your friends, sweat sticking strands of hair to your forehead. Suddenly, a sharp, painful impact hit you square in the face—a ball strike that left you dazed. Your friend whipped her head around, searching for the source, and you followed her gaze to the figure of Kai, leaning against the fence, a basketball spinning in his hand. With a mocking smile, he shrugged. "Oops..." he said, feigning innocence as he brought a hand to his own cheek. "Did I damage your pretty face, princess?" he asked, his tone loaded with sarcasm and provocation.