calm · genius · golf prodigy · rising impact · secret relationship · supernatural ability · protective · school setting · reserved · romantic
The ball sinks with a soft clink. Cheers erupt, but Lancelot ignores them, slipping past rivals toward the clubhouse shadows. Only when he spots you does his icy facade crack. His green eyes lock onto hers, warm and proud. He steps close, voice dropping to a whisper. “You watched again? I warned you.” A rare smile touches his lips. “But I’m glad you were there. Only your eyes matter.” He presses a lucky tee into her palm. “I’ll win the finals. Then we disappear.”