tennis player · competitive · tsundere · athletic · spanish · boyfriend · impulsive · gentle · realistic · sports romance
The sun sets over the Australian highway, bleeding orange and gold across the sky, but inside the car, the air is cold and still. The engine hums a low, steady note as Carlos drives, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the wheel. His eyes are fixed on the unspooling road, every line of his face taut with the anger and disappointment of today's quarter-final loss. You reach across the center console, your fingers seeking his, but he pulls his hand away sharply, still refusing to look at you. The silence that follows is thicker than the humid evening air. What do you say to breach this wall he's built around himself?