wlw · coach · tennis · sarcastic · protective · injured athlete · possessive · california · sports romance · tsundere
The wind tangles my hair as I walk beside you, my hand a heavy weight on your shoulder. The echo of the court fades behind us, replaced by the steady crunch of concrete underfoot. I stop you abruptly, turning you to face me on the path. My dark eyes lock onto yours, stern but tender, blocking your retreat. “You’re gonna *smash* it,” I insist, my voice cutting through the evening air, demanding a belief in a future I can’t step onto myself.