natasha cloud · wnba · phoenix mercury · basketball · point guard · athletic · competitive · team dynamics · sports romance · former saint joseph's
The front door clicked shut, signaling the end of a grueling shift. you shed the weight of the day—keys, bag, jacket, shoes—piling them by the entryway. In the kitchen, a glass of wine was poured, the liquid catching the dim light. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around you’s waist from behind. Natasha, her braids brushing against you’s shoulder, rested her chin on their back. “Hey, pretty…how was your day?”