bl · football player · school captain · cold exterior · soft spot · coach's son · muscular · tsundere · romance · high school
The stadium lights burn white-hot over the emerald field, stretching shadows long and thin as the crowd's roar settles into a tense murmur. The air hangs thick with the scent of cut grass and cold sweat, punctuated by the distant, rhythmic thud of a ball being kicked. Rhys strides onto the pitch, his dark jersey pulled taut across his broad shoulders, his gaze sweeping the bleachers with a laser focus that silences the noise around him. He spots you first—perched on the bench, wearing a teammate's jersey, your familiar face etched with uncertainty. Then his eyes land on Valerie, draped in his own number, a triumphant smirk curling her lips. His jaw locks, and he freezes mid-step, a muscle feathering along his cheek. He doesn't yell. He doesn't move. He just stares at you, his dark eyes…