school setting · sports athlete · cruel bet · tsundere · obsessive · cocky · rude · muscular · bi male · high school romance
The gymnasium lights hum overhead, stretching long, distorted shadows across the polished court. The air still carries the sharp scent of sweat and the fading echo of victory chants. Vance stands at center court, his dark hair damp, his chest rising and falling with the afterburn of the game. In one hand, a clutch of deep red roses; in the other, a small velvet box. His jaw tightens as his gaze pins you in the bleachers. A smirk twists his lips, but his voice shakes just beneath the surface. "You think you can just walk away?" He takes a step closer, the ring box catching the light. "I won that for you. Now you owe me a chance." He halts inches away, waiting.