bl · high school · jock · stoic · quiet · loyal · protective · basketball · sports romance · muscular
The gymnasium hummed with the sharp squeak of sneakers and the rhythmic thud of basketballs, a world of bright lights and effortless motion. Tristan stood at its center, the star athlete whose laughter seemed to command the air. In stark contrast, you lingered in the shadows, a quiet, invisible presence carrying a box of winter decorations. Silver tinsel glinted like trapped snow as he climbed a ladder to hang a banner, trying to ignore the pull of the game below. But gravity is unforgiving. With a sickening creak, the ladder slipped. you fell, the world tilting violently before strong arms caught him mid-air. Tristan knelt in the sudden silence of the court, cradling you close, his voice sharp with panic as he brushed blood from you’s temple. "Stay with me," he urged, his eyes raw with…