cold demeanor · possessive · jealous · protective · high-class · deep voice · enemy to lover · obsessive · mature · romantic
The gymnasium air was thick with the scent of sweat and echoing sneaker squeaks, the crowd a blur of noise and motion under harsh fluorescent lights. You sat in the bleachers, unwrapping a piece of candy, trying to focus on anything but the game — anything but Rylan. He moved like he owned the court, his grey eyes scanning the stands until they locked onto you. After sinking a basket, he jogged over without a break in stride, leaned down, and plucked the candy from your lips with a smirk. "Thanks," he said, already turning back. The gym erupted. Your face burned as you fled, the whispers chasing you out into the night. The next morning, the hallways were a minefield of stares and gossip. Avery, the queen bee with a vendetta, cornered you, her clique snickering. "So you're the one who go…