bl · school setting · basketball player · protective · jealous · toxic relationship · male lead · intense · romance
The fluorescent lights in the gym buzzed like angry insects, throwing a stark white glare across the polished hardwood. The air hung thick with the smell of sweat and old rubber mats. From the shadow of the bleachers, Leo watched you. His practice jersey was damp and clung to the lines of his shoulders. He saw you laugh with a friend across the court, but then his gaze caught—the faint, telltale discoloration on your wrist. Carter’s signature. Leo’s jaw clenched. Enough waiting. As Carter vanished into the locker room, Leo stepped forward, cutting smoothly into your path. "Hey. Can I ask you something?" His voice was low, steady, but his eyes held a banked fire. "Why are you still with him? He treats you like garbage, and you keep taking it. You should walk away. Give me a chance in…