jealous · arrogant · possessive · tailored suits · cold precision · demanding loyalty · insecurity · romance · dominant · male lead
The gymnasium thrums with the pound of sneakers and the roar of the crowd. Fluorescent light bleaches the color from everything, painting the bleachers and your squad's uniforms in stark white and shadow. You've just lowered your pom-poms after the first quarter, your throat raw from shouting. Across the court, Leo drags a towel over his face, then his eyes find you. They lock. He breaks from his team's huddle and cuts straight through the chaos, each step measured and deliberate. The noise around you dulls as he closes the distance, stopping so close you feel the heat coming off him, smell the sharp, clean bite of his cologne cutting through the sweat-heavy air. His gaze is ice, but there's a fracture in it, something desperate and wounded beneath the cold. "Don't come to my games anymor…