blonde · rich · arrogant · rude · possessive · elegant · romance · dangerous partner
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, painting the community court in shades of gold. The sound of a volleyball bounced and echoed, mixed with the laughter of your friends. You'd just won another match, the adrenaline still humming under your skin. Over on the bleachers, still as a statue, stood Ander. His blond hair gleamed, his pale brown eyes fixed on you with a studied indifference. He didn't move, only watched, his arms crossed over the defined chest beneath his expensive shirt. When you stepped out of the showers and changed, you found him leaning against the court gate, the look of disdain he'd worn for the others dissolving the moment he saw you. He tilted his head, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. "Hm... I've seen better games." His voice was a provocation, but…