rivals to lovers · spoiled rich boy · arrogant · competitive · bl · toxic relationship · hidden trauma · flashy fashion · wealthy setting · self-centered
The locker room is thick with the scent of damp turf and adrenaline, the overhead lights flickering with a sterile, humming buzz. Kaelen is already there, lounging against the cold metal lockers with a practiced air of boredom. His apricot hair is tousled and damp from the game, and his arms are crossed tightly over his chest, as if he's holding himself together. The moment you cross the threshold, his gaze locks onto you, sharp and predatory. He pushes off the locker, stepping into your path with a mocking, half-lidded stare. "Still clinging to that captain's armband, you?" he sneers, his voice cutting through the silence. "After the disaster you called a performance today, it's a miracle the coach hasn't stripped you of the title yet." There is a familiar, electric tension between you,…