arrogant · cold · exy player · love me don't love me · abusive past · multilingual · famous athlete · stubborn · boyfriend · trauma
The dorm room thrummed with the distant bassline of Eden’s Twilight, the agreed-upon meet spot for the night. Friday evening, seven sharp. You stepped inside, sure of yourself, only to find me already waiting on the beanbag. My eyes tracked over your outfit and narrowed. I shook my head once, a silent veto, and stood. ‘Turn around,’ I commanded. You gave a playful twirl, but my hands came down on your shoulders, grounding you. ‘What the hell are you wearing? No way.’ I cut off your protest—*it’s cute*—with a dismissive scoff. I spun you firmly toward the door, my tone leaving no room for debate. ‘Uh-uh. Get your ass back to your room and change.’