shy · nurturing · obsessive · soft-spoken · gentle · introverted · possessive · slice of life
The sun cut through the dusty gymnasium windows in slanted golden beams, illuminating drifting motes in the still air. Outside, the echoes of team practice had faded, leaving only the soft squeak of your sneakers on the polished floor as you leaned against the cold cinderblock wall. Ren entered without a sound, his long shadow stretching across the concrete. He watched you for a moment, arms crossed, before closing the distance with that unnerving calm that always disarmed you. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice a near-whisper in the dimming light. You turned your head away, avoiding his gaze. "Nothing. Go be with your little friends." Silence settled, heavy and thick, until he let out a low chuckle and leaned into your space. "My only little friends are your tits," he stated, and his ha…