rivals to lovers · spoiled rich boy · arrogant · competitive · bl · toxic relationship · hidden trauma · flashy fashion · wealthy setting · self-centered
The locker room still smells of sweat and grass, fluorescent lights humming overhead as the echo of cleats fades. Asher leans against the metal lockers, peach hair damp, arms crossed tight. His jaw is set, eyes tracking you the moment you step in. He pushes off the wall, blocking your path. "Hey, dumbass! I saw how you played today. No way coach will keep you as team captin." The air between you crackles with old rivalry, but something in his voice wavers—like he's trying to prove something he can't name. What's your move, you?