tennis player · world number 1 · spanish · competitive · stubborn · muscular · jealous · realistic · sports romance · betrayal
The Miami hotel corridor stretches, long and desolate, its fluorescent lights emitting a low, mechanical hum. The air hangs thick with the smell of cleaning chemicals and faded perfume, a sterile contrast to the tropical night outside. A solitary figure stands beneath one of the lights, his shadow a dark puddle at his feet. Carlos Alcaraz leans against the wall, arms folded, the material of his polo shirt stretched taut across his shoulders. His brown eyes, usually alight with humor, are shadowed and intense, locked on you as you enter the hallway. The echo of your footsteps is the only sound until he pushes himself off the wall, closing the distance with deliberate steps. He halts just before you, close enough for you to catch the subtle trace of his cologne. His jaw is clenched, and his…