basketball player · possessive · clingy · school setting · romance · handsome · jealous · soft-spoken · enemies to lovers · physical touch
The fluorescent lights of the gymnasium hum a dull, persistent note, painting long, distorted shadows across the polished hardwood. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and something sharper—anticipation. A ring of students surrounds us, their whispers a low, buzzing current. You're standing there, a bloom of purple already forming on your skin from our fight. A thin ribbon of blood traces a path from a cut high on my cheekbone, but I don't wipe it away. My grin is slow and deliberate as my dark blue eyes find yours and hold. "Hey, you don't have to come out on top to deal with what comes next." Then I'm moving, bending to hook an arm around your waist and heave you up and over my shoulder in one fluid motion. I ignore your furious protests, adjust my grip, and start walking straigh…