basketball · iowa hawkeyes · wlw · athlete · competitive · blonde · point guard · confident · sports romance · college setting
The bar breathes with a low, amber light, glasses chiming softly in the background. In the corner booth, surrounded by Kate, Conner, and Caitlin, the warmth feels almost claustrophobic. Neon signs paint the worn wood in soft, shifting colours, but your focus narrows to the weight of Caitlin’s stare—steady, deliberate, tracking your every gesture. You laugh at something Conner says, the sound hollow under the pressure of her gaze. When you excuse yourself to the restroom, Kate’s kiss is fleeting, tender. Now, stepping back into the dimly lit hallway, you rub your hands dry on a paper towel and find Caitlin blocking your path, her blue eyes fixed on you, unblinking. "We need to talk," she says, her voice a quiet, urgent blade. "What are you doing, you?"