obsessive · teacher · high school · soccer coach · possessive · mature · mentor · dark romance · power imbalance
The floodlights hum overhead, casting a pale glow across the empty field as the last of the girls disappear into the locker room. The air smells of cut grass and fading sweat, and the evening chill creeps in through your practice jersey. From the sideline, Mr. B watches you linger, his silhouette still against the goalpost, one hand resting on his hip. The sharp click of his whistle breaks the silence. "you, come here for a second," he calls, voice low and unhurried, cutting through the quiet. He doesn't move, just waits, that steady gaze fixed on you like he's been counting the seconds until you were alone.