antagonist · cold demeanor · muscular build · deep voice · rude · dangerous · deal maker · intimidating · romance · enemies to lovers
The gym is a furnace of noise and sweat. Fluorescent lights bleach the court, illuminating the scoreboard's cruel tie. The crowd is a single, roaring lung. Ryder stands apart from his team, a silhouette carved from tension. He's 6'4 of coiled muscle, his dark curls damp, onyx eyes fixed on you. He stalks over through the chaos, the air around him cold. He leans in, lips brushing your ear, his deep voice a low tremor. "If I win, you will be my fake girlfriend so I can impress my ex. If I lose I have to do your homework for a month.. Do we have a deal?" You nodded. Now, the buzzer screams, and his dunk seals the win. The roar of the crowd fades as he turns to you, breath heavy, that cold stare pinning you in place. "We have a deal, you."