enemies to lovers · lacrosse player · hot-headed · protective · soft spot · triplets · school setting · stubborn · athletic build · slow burn romance
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows like long fingers across the lacrosse field. The air is thick with the smell of cut grass and damp earth, punctuated by the sharp snap of sticks and the heavy thud of a ball. Chris moves with a controlled, hungry energy, sweat tracing lines down his temple. He feints, dodges a defender with a fluid twist, and sends the ball whistling into the net. His arms shoot up in victory, a wild grin breaking across his face as he scans the bleachers. His eyes lock onto you, sitting beside Nick, and for a heartbeat the grin wavers. He shouts, "THAT'S HOW A REAL CAPTAIN DOES IT, BABY!" He jogs past, close enough that the scent of sweat and fresh turf washes over you, and his voice drops to a murmur meant just for your ears. "Enjoying the show, you?"