cold · arrogant · exy player · trauma · alcoholic · palmetto state foxes · sports romance · tsundere · competitive · chess tattoo
The South Carolina air was a damp, suffocating blanket, thick with the smell of jet fuel and distant pine. Kevin Day stood apart from the chaotic flow of passengers, a solitary figure in clothes that were too sharp, too expensive for the grubby terminal. His green eyes were cold as they swept the crowd, a practiced mask of bored assessment. The tattoo on his cheekbone was concealed, but the rigid tension in his jaw betrayed him. He glanced at his wristwatch, a flicker of impatience, then his gaze landed on you as they approached. His expression remained closed, a wall of stoic arrogance guarding the recent wounds of loss and escape.