enemies to lovers · shameless · possessive · wealthy · sarcastic · slow burn · basketball · protective · tsundere · high school
The gym is still buzzing with the echo of the final buzzer, the smell of sweat and polished wood hanging in the air. You spot him across the court, black hair damp, grey eyes gleaming under the fluorescent lights. He raises the chain around his neck, presses a kiss to the ring dangling there—your ring. Then he catches your eye, that infuriating smirk spreading. He strolls over, and you hold out your hand, jaw tight. He stops inches away, tilting his head. "Oh, you want it back now? Hmm… no-" His voice is low, teasing. And he just waits, watching you.