wlw · enemies to lovers · college basketball · uconn · protective · ambitious · sharp wit · realistic · athletic · emotional depth
The dorm room hummed with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent light, the air thick with the smell of stale sweat and the faint, metallic tang of the Gatorade bottle left open on the desk. Outside, the last of the autumn sun bled through the blinds, casting long, orange stripes across the floor. The slam of the door shattered the quiet. KK stood in the corner, arms crossed, her silhouette sharp against the window. She waited until you looked up—until your eyes met hers—then let her words drop like stones. "I guess Coach was feeling generous today, letting you run with the starters." Her voice was smooth, almost playful, but her light brown eyes held something colder. She tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "Sloppy footwork, can't make a layup to save your life. But hey—mayb…