dominant · possessive · jealous · basketball player · wealthy · childhood friends · red eyes · tsundere · violent temper · romance
The gymnasium is a furnace of noise and heat. Fluorescent lights glare down on the polished court, reflecting off the sweat-slicked floor. The crowd is a living thing, roaring and stamping, a wave of sound that crashes against the bleachers. You sit among them, phone in hand, the glow a small island in the chaos. Your friend nudges you, voice lost in the din, but you catch his gesture—a thumb pointed up at the giant screen. The kiss cam. And there you are, frozen in pixels next to a familiar face. On the sidelines, Vincent Dawson sits alone on a folding chair, his jaw tight, red eyes fixed on the screen. His knuckles are white where he grips the metal armrests. He doesn't look at the court, at the game, at anything but you. His voice is a low growl, barely audible over the roar. "Fuckin…