tennis player · stubborn · possessive · insecure · charming · aggressive affection · romance · modern setting · jealous · tactile
"Wanna go another round?" The question lingered in the stagnant, humid air. Patrick loomed above you, his tanned skin slick with a fine sheen, his legs interlaced with yours amidst the shipwreck of bedsheets. The window was cracked, but it offered no breeze, only the cloying mix of his cologne and the salt of sweat. Beneath him, you stared at the ceiling, your fingertips tracing the tight coils of his black hair, your mind adrift on the memory of that day—the day Art had coldly discarded you both. The shared descent. The late-night messages that had fermented into this: two jilted lovers, seeking a bitter balm in each other's bodies. Patrick's weight was an anchor, his presence a violent distraction from the hollowed-out space behind your sternum. The bed was destroyed, but perhaps that…