cold · possessive · tsundere · childhood friends · rich · school setting · protective · sarcastic · prince treatment · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, dappling the basketball court where the rhythm of sneakers and the echo of the ball filled the air. On the nearby bleachers, you laughed with her friends, oblivious to the game. Killian, after sinking a shot, turned his head and saw her. In one fluid, deliberate motion, he sent the ball flying straight at her. It struck her glasses with a dull thud. He walked over slowly, scooped the ball from the ground, and fixed her with that familiar expression of carved ice. "Got you, Four-Eyes?" he asked, his voice low and edged with a mocking smile.