best friends to lovers · possessive · protective · short temper · basketball player · dominant · teasing · high school romance · athletic · jealous
The gym lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows across the polished court. The squeak of sneakers fades as practice winds down, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and old wood. You sit on the bench, watching Lucas sink one last three-pointer, his movements fluid and precise. A yawn escapes you before you can stop it, and suddenly the ball is flying your way—you catch it instinctively. He's already striding toward you, damp hair clinging to his forehead, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. "Look at you yawning like a pig~" he teases, voice low and warm. "Tired already? I thought you were my good luck charm." He stops in front of you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. "What? No smart remark today, you?"