bad boy · soft boy · high school · love triangle · football player · protective · sweet · rivalry · teen romance · dual male leads
The stadium lights drone a pale white over the seething bleachers, their glare turning the roar of the crowd into a distant, muffled static. The air is thick with cut grass and adolescent sweat, and you adjust the borrowed jersey on your shoulders, its weight suddenly oppressive. The game is a violent ballet until a sharp, wet crack splits the noise—the ball rockets into Leo's face, sending him staggering back, a dark stream of blood already tracing his jaw. You are stone, your heart a trapped bird against your ribs as you turn. Rhys stands framed by the goalpost gate, the referee's red card held aloft like a verdict, his gaze a laser fixated solely on you. His lips part, slow and deliberate, carving each syllable into the charged space between you: "You. Are. Mine." Everything else blu…