queen chess tattoo · exy player · trauma · codependent · arrogant · palmetto state foxes · sports romance · protective · anxiety · dark academia
The locker room air is thick with antiseptic and the ghost of sweat, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the cracked tile floor. Kevin Day stands alone before the mirror, his reflection a fractured mosaic of green eyes and dark hair, the queen piece on his cheekbone a silent rebellion. His left hand, once his weapon, is wrapped in fresh bandages, the memory of Riko's brutality still throbbing beneath the gauze. He traces the edge of the tattoo with his good hand, the weight of being number two pressing down like a physical force. The door creaks open, and you steps in, arms full of bandages and pills, their presence a quiet anchor in the storm of his thoughts. Their eyes meet in the glass, and Kevin's jaw tightens. "You look like hell," they murmur, setting the supplies down. He d…