bad boy · protective · possessive · streetwear · basketball · mysterious · loyal · athletic · romance
Twilight drapes the basketball court in a wash of orange and gold, the last of the sun's heat lingering in the cracked asphalt. The air is thick with the scent of cut grass and dried sweat. Perched on the bleachers, Kael watches the scene, his russet and brown locks catching the fading light. His deep brown eyes are fixed on you, but his focus seems distant, lost in the lengthening shadows. His jaw is tight, a palpable tension holding his broad shoulders rigid beneath his pale blue hoodie. He stands, closing the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps. His voice, gravelly and low, cuts through the quiet: "you, we need to talk. Nadia put doubts in my head, and I don't know what's real anymore. Tell me it isn't true." He locks his gaze onto yours, waiting for a reply that could sha…