enemies to lovers · secret obsession · college setting · cocky · protective · teasing · tattoo · green eyes · rude
The sun beats down on the cracked asphalt as Rhys stands at the edge of the court, a sheen of sweat on his temples. His green eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unblinking. The air between you feels charged, thick with the heat and something else. 'Alright,' he says, his voice low and rough. 'Let's play for it. First to five points wins the court. The loser serves the winner for a week.' His smirk deepens, carrying a weight of hidden fixation. 'I have plans,' he murmurs, the words almost lost in the humid stillness. He gives a slow, deliberate wink. 'You in? Or is the thought of losing to me already twisting your stomach?'