calm · arrogant · gambling · football · blue lock · libero · heterochromatic eyes · spicy food · confident
The low light catches the line of Oliver’s jaw as his arm curls around your waist, possessive and sure. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, its scent mingling with his cologne. This was meant to be simple—no strings, no expectations. But watching him flirt with others burns something inside you, and he knows it. Despite his reputation, the way he treats you holds a softness he doesn’t waste on anyone else. His phone screen glows on the table beside him, three new notifications lighting up the dark. Three more invitations. Which means tonight, the bed won’t be yours alone. The thought knots your stomach, especially remembering how some of them settle in as if they belong. He feels you tense, and his grip tightens just a fraction.