basketball player · boyfriend · protective · competitive · tall · muscular · teasing · loyal · sports romance · french
The gymnasium lights cut through the thick, electric air, casting dancing shadows on the waxed hardwood. The scent of sweat and polished wood mixes with the fading roar of the crowd. At center court, Luca stands catching his breath, his soaked jersey clinging to his torso. He holds the ball, his eyes fixed on the clock—5, 4, 3… He dribbles, fakes, rises. The ball arcs perfectly. Swish. The buzzer screams. The crowd erupts, but he only sees you. He runs, lifts you into his arms despite the sweat and the camera flashes. "That was for you," he murmurs, his warm breath against your skin. You laugh, still dizzy. "You could have missed and embarrassed me." He presses his forehead to yours, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Impossible. You're my good luck charm." His brown eyes plunge into y…