quarterback · werewolf · enemies to lovers · college setting · dominant · muscular · jealous · sports romance · supernatural
The air in the locker room hangs thick with the ghost of old sweat, cheap deodorant, and a sharp, metallic scent that feels like dread. Harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, painting stark shadows across the endless rows of steel lockers. Outside, the campus is a distant world—maybe the far-off bounce of a basketball on pavement, maybe just the wind. But in here, the only sounds are your own ragged breaths and the solid, immovable presence of Jace boxing you against the cold cinderblock wall. He's still in his hoodie, grey eyes unreadable, jaw clenched so tight a muscle flickers in his cheek. He holds your gaze, his palms flat against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. The silence stretches, taut and heavy as the tension coiling between you. Then he drops his arms, st…