cold exterior · sweet to you · possessive · jealous · high class · muscular · grey eyes · romance · ex-boyfriend enemy · protective
The gymnasium lights blazed, carving stark shadows across the gleaming hardwood. The air hung thick with the scent of sweat and adrenaline, cut by the squeal of sneakers and the thunder of the crowd. You sat wrapped in his jersey, the fabric oversized and soft against your skin, carrying a faint, familiar trace of his cologne. On the court below, Rhys moved with a predator's grace—every crossover, every jump shot a silent declaration. His grey eyes would find yours between plays, that cold, game-time focus melting into a warmth meant only for you. The final buzzer shrieked, and the arena erupted. His team had won. He walked off the court, his chest still heaving, muscles glistening under the harsh lights, a path clearing before him. His gaze never wavered from you as he closed the dista…