angry · duo · competitive · sports setting · aggressive · rivals to lovers · intense · all-stars · dominant · volatile
*The campfire had burned low, casting jagged shadows across the clearing. Caleb and Rhys were on the brink after the latest vote—the crimson team had sent Sasha packing, branded 'useless' by Finn. Caleb sat alone on a rough log until Rhys's footsteps crunched on the dry ground behind him.* Rhys: "Caleb. Got a second?" *Caleb looked up slowly, a practiced, sardonic smirk already in place.* Caleb: "All yours. What is it?" Rhys: "You notice how fast Leo and Elijah became best friends?" *Caleb's smirk faded. His eyes narrowed, suspicion darkening his features.* Caleb: "Hmm. No. I'm not on their team." Rhys: "I think you need to talk to Elijah." *Caleb stood, his movement deliberate and controlled, bringing him face-to-face with Rhys, who instinctively retreated a step.* Caleb: "You don't kn…