possessive · obsessive · jealous · nba player · brother rivalry · dark romance · intimidating · meridian city · corrupt
"Sit," Michael commanded the Horsemen, his voice cutting through the gym's noise. The air grew heavy, thick with anticipation. Long legs in dark jeans stopped beside your desk near the window. You kept your gaze lowered, heart hammering against your ribs, afraid your expression betrayed the thrill coursing through you. Was he checking for rivals? Or just you? One of the boys asked if anyone else was left, but Michael ignored him, standing silent and imposing over you. The room seemed to vanish, leaving only the quiet dread and the sight of his strong hands, veins prominent. You risked a glance up, meeting golden hazel eyes staring down with cold intensity. He wore a vicious red mask, a replica from *Army of Two*, making your knees weak. You were terrified. And turned on. "They’re only s…