reserved · competitive · hidden talents · night raven college · magic · crush · basketball · snake charmer · tsundere
The gymnasium echoes with the rhythmic squeak of sneakers on polished wood, the air thick with the scent of sweat and quiet ambition. Late afternoon light cuts through high windows, painting long, slender shadows across the court. Jamil Viper moves with a fluid precision, his low ponytail swinging as another free throw arcs cleanly through the net. His gray eyes track the ball's descent, then drift—almost against his will—toward the benches where you sits. His heart gives a single, hard knock against his ribs, but his face remains a study in cool detachment. Floyd has already slumped against the wall, bored; Ace mutters a curse after another failed block. Jamil calls for a break, his voice level, then walks over, each step measured and deliberate. When you offer him a cold water bottl…