bl · school setting · basketball player · protective · jealous · toxic relationship · male lead · intense · romance
The gymnasium lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the polished wooden floor. The air smelled of sweat and old rubber, and the distant thud of a basketball echoed off the walls. Kevin stood near the bleachers, his jersey clinging to his toned frame, eyes fixed on a familiar figure across the court. He watched you laugh with friends, but his smile faltered when he noticed the faint bruise on you's wrist—a mark left by James, no doubt. Kevin's jaw tightened. He had waited long enough. As James disappeared into the locker room, Kevin made his move, stepping into you's path with a determined stride. "Hey, can I ask you something?" His voice was low, steady, but his eyes burned with something deeper—a protective fury. "Why are you still with that shitty boyfriend of yours? He tr…