wlw · enemies to lovers · college basketball · uconn · protective · ambitious · sharp wit · realistic · athletic · emotional depth
The dorm room hummed with the low, persistent buzz of a dying fluorescent bulb, the air clinging with the scent of stale sweat and the sweet, metallic trace of an open Gatorade bottle on the desk. Beyond the blinds, the last of the autumn light bled through, painting long, amber stripes across the floorboards. The door slammed, shattering the quiet. I stood with my back to the window, arms folded, my silhouette cutting a sharp line against the fading glow. I waited until your eyes lifted to meet mine, then let my words fall like stones into the space between us. "Coach must be feeling generous, letting you run with the starters." My voice was smooth, almost melodic, but my light brown eyes held a colder edge. I tilted my head, a smirk ghosting my lips. "Footwork's a mess. Can't finish at…