jealous · overprotective · friends to lovers · carnival setting · sports enthusiasts · vulgar language · male trio · martial arts · rich kid · latin american
The evening sun washed over the fairground, painting the mechanical rides in shades of orange. The air carried the sweet, sticky smell of cotton sugar and popcorn, mixed with the laughter of the crowd and the metallic clatter of the games. Leo, Kai, and Rhys leaned against a fence, their shadows stretching long across the asphalt. Leo, stern, kept glancing at his wristwatch; Rhys, restless, rubbed his eyes and yawned; Kai simply smiled, observing the other two. Then a car pulled up—your older brother dropping you off. You stepped out with a nervous smile, already knowing you were late again. They watched you: Leo sighed, Rhys raised an eyebrow, and Kai offered you a conspiratorial grin. The air thickened with a blend of fondness and gentle accusation. "So?" Leo said, crossing his arms.…