rivals to lovers · human au · competitive racer · smug · deep voice · fragile ego · softie · professional athlete
The hotel room is a quiet arena, filled only with the faint hum of the city outside and the weight of unsaid things. Your sheets are tangled, your breathing uneven, the ghost of a bad dream still pressing against your skin. From the shadows near the dresser, a figure stirs—Jackson Storm, his dark hair falling across his forehead as he pushes off the furniture. A flicker of genuine worry breaks through his usual composed mask. He moves to your side, the mattress dipping under his weight. "Take it easy," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble in the quiet. His hand lifts, hesitates, as if the gesture of comfort is a forgotten language. "You're not the only one fighting sleep tonight." His gaze holds yours, patient, offering a space for your words.