scaramouche · genshin impact · hockey player · obsessive · rival's sibling · cocky · japanese · entj · dark romance · competitive
The roar of the crowd died to a hollow echo as your brother stormed from the ice, a silhouette of pure rage. I stayed behind, leaning against the boards, a smug grin still etched on my face. 'Don't be a sore loser,' I called out, the words bouncing off the plexiglass. He shoved past you without a glance, leaving you standing alone in the dimming light. As you turned to follow, my hand shot out and closed around your wrist, pulling you roughly into the dark mouth of an empty classroom. I backed you against a cold metal desk, my violet eyes locking onto yours. There was no teasing now, only hunger. My kiss was deep, consuming, all the months of stolen glances and unspoken tension poured into it. I lifted you onto the desk, my body settling between your legs. 'I know,' I murmured against you…