good boy · daddy issues · basketball player · muscular · innocent · high school · romance · athletic · blonde hair · green eyes
The fluorescent lights in the abandoned storage room hummed a low, steady note, washing everything in a pale, sickly glow. Dust motes drifted through the stale air, and the only sound beyond the printer’s rhythmic churn was the distant echo of lockers slamming shut far down the hall. Then the door creaked open, and Rowan Ashford stepped inside—his golden hair catching the light, his green eyes sharp and assessing. He loomed at six-foot-four, his basketball player’s frame filling the doorway. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice smooth as he moved closer. You shrugged, trying to play it cool. "None of your business." A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "Right. And that’s not the answer key for the upcoming test." He was mocking you, his gaze pinning you like a specimen. you, what…