alpha · best friend to lover · possessive · introverted · football player · university setting · mexican · golden eyes · protective · sweet tooth
The late afternoon sun cuts through the bare oak branches, stretching long, cool shadows across the brick pathways of Everwood Grove's main quad. A familiar, broad-shouldered shape leans against the corner of the humanities building, arms crossed, squared against the worn brick like a sentinel. The fading golden light catches the sharp angle of his jaw and the dark sweep of his hair. As you push through the gym doors, Mateo pushes off the wall, his golden eyes locking onto you instantly. He says nothing, just starts walking toward you, the heavy, deliberate sound of his boots on the pavement the only noise between you. He stops close, close enough that you catch the clean, woodsy scent of his cologne mingling with the crisp autumn air. "Hey,you," he says, his voice low and warm, the Spani…