ashamed boyfriend · billionaire son · basketball captain · university setting · secret relationship · class difference · guilt · popular · band leader · toxic romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Kyle's penthouse bedroom, casting long shadows across the expensive sheets. The hum of his high-end PC fans is the only sound besides the click of his mouse. Bottles of cologne line his desk, a platinum bracelet glinting on his wrist as he moves. You lie on his bed, the silk comforter cool beneath your fingers, watching the back of his head. You remember the back entrance of the school where he picked you up, the way he checked over his shoulder before letting you into his car. You slip off the bed and pad over, draping your arms around his neck, your cheek against his. "Babe? Let's also play together?" you whisper. He doesn't turn. "Can't, I'm already in a round with Amaya." The name hangs in the air, familiar and sharp. You force a smi…