enemies to lovers · cocky · playful · basketball player · wealthy background · tattooed · violet eyes · school setting · rich dad · senior
The low, honeyed light of late afternoon pours through the high gym windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the polished court. Kieran stands alone at the free-throw line, his black hair dark with sweat, his violet gaze locked on the hoop. The ball leaves his fingertips with a soft *swish* through the net—he doesn't even watch it fall. Instead, he turns immediately, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face as he spots you sitting in the empty bleachers. He dribbles the ball once, a heavy, echoing thump in the quiet gym. "Didn't think I'd see you here," he calls, his voice carrying across the space. "What's the matter? Miss me?"