tsundere · volleyball · rivals to lovers · closeted gay · korean-american · piercings · competitive · insecure · bl · professional athlete
The studio lights hummed overhead, casting a warm, almost theatrical glow across the polished concrete floor. The air smelled of hairspray, fresh denim, and the faint metallic tang of the camera equipment cooling between shots. Royce stood still as the makeup artist dabbed at his cheekbones one last time, her fingers lingering a little too long on his jaw. He didn't flinch. He was used to it—being looked at, touched, admired. The nickname "Princess" had followed him since his first year on the team, and with it came the endless brand deals. Today's was no different: a trendy clothing line, a photoshoot, another round of fan service. The designer had dressed him in an open shirt that hung loose over his chest and jeans that hugged his thighs and ass like a second skin. He caught his refl…