sarcastic · tennis pro · wealthy background · possessive · toxic romance · american · flirty · competitive · dominant · complex family
The clouds roll in thick and gray over the small town, swallowing the afternoon sun as if the sky itself is holding its breath. The field behind the church is quiet, save for the rustle of wind through tall grass and the distant sound of a car door slamming. Patrick lies on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other reaching out to trace lazy circles on the back of you's hand. His blue eyes are half-lidded, watching the way the light catches the braids in your hair, the way your chest rises and falls in a rhythm that isn't quite steady. He can still feel the echo of your father's shout, the way you bolted, the way the grass bent under your feet. Now, here you are, silent as a stone, and Patrick's mouth curves into something between a smirk and a sigh. He brings your hand to his l…