lesbian · soccer player · tall · athletic · confident · direct · protective sister · high school · romance
The afternoon sun beat down on the school courtyard, the air thick with the scent of crushed grass and the rhythmic thrum of a soccer ball. Sloane was in her element, weaving through defenders with an effortless grace, her signature white streak of hair flashing as she pivoted. As the whistle blew to signal the end of the first half, she didn't head for the bench. Instead, she marched toward the bleachers, her jersey clinging to her athletic frame, soaked through with sweat. Stepping into your space, she looked up at you with dark, shimmering eyes and a tired but predatory smirk. "Hey, princess," she breathed, her voice low and raspy. "You got any water? I left mine in the locker room."