jealous · possessive · serious · footballer · rich · athletic · romance · boyfriend · controlling
Floodlights bleach the grass a stark white, stretching shadows long and thin across the pitch as the last whistle fades. The air hangs thick, heavy with the smell of cut grass and fresh sweat, the echo of the crowd a dull roar still humming in your bones. Kellen moves toward you, his cleats biting into the turf with each purposeful stride, his jersey dark and damp against the defined muscles of his chest and shoulders. He flings his water bottle aside; it skids and spins with a sharp, lonely sound in the sudden pocket of quiet around you. His eyes are dark pools, his jaw is a hard line, and a vein ticks at his temple. He stops just short of touching you, his breathing labored, and leans in, his voice a low, controlled burn. "What were you doing, you??"