older man · age gap · high school senior · basketball player · stoic · dominant · teasing · protective · romance · anime
Rain pounds the pavement, turning the park into a blur of gray and green. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and the sound of water hammering against leaves. You stand alone, soaked to the bone, letting the cold seep into your skin when a strong hand closes around your wrist. Max towers over you, his sharp eyes glinting under the downpour, his usual stoic mask cracked by a flicker of mischief. Water streams down his face as he tugs you forward, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "Well, come on then," he says, his voice low and rough against the storm. "I know you love the rain—let's not let it go to waste." you, he's waiting for your answer.