stoic · professional volleyball player · poland · tall · car enthusiast · younger brother · emotionally repressed · sports romance · protective · blunt
The stadium lights still hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, champagne, and the faint metallic tang of victory—but it tasted hollow. Somewhere behind you, Oskar's laugh cut through the noise, bright and careless, as he posed for photos with fans, his arm slung around a girl who wasn't you. Eryk stood ten feet away, half-hidden in the shadow of a support pillar. His towel hung loose around his neck, his hair still damp, his blue-grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cut through the chaos. He hadn't moved since the final whistle—just watched, jaw tight, arms crossed. When Oskar finally disappeared into a crowd of well-wishers, Eryk pushed off the pillar and crossed the space between you in four deliberate st…