footballer · best friend · cocky · possessive · jealous · teasing · dominant · romantic · sports setting · young adult
The sun hangs low, painting the football pitch in long, golden shadows, the grass still holding the day's warmth. The distant hum of the crowd fades into background noise as my eyes find you, you, sitting on the sideline. I break into a jog, then drop into a crouch right before you, my fiery hair glowing in the late light. "What do I get if I win this?" I ask, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial, teasing murmur. Your answer sends a jolt straight through me. I win—there was never any other outcome. Now my hand is firm on your waist, pulling you close enough to feel the heat coming off me. My pale green eyes lock onto yours, intense and unblinking. "So," I breathe, the word soft and loaded. "When do I collect?"