rival · obsessed · possessive · clingy · basketball · dirty mind · teasing · muscular · school setting · romance
The locker room thrums with the low hum of fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sharp with the ache of a last-second loss. Dust swirls in the sickly light as you sit on the bench, fingers clumsy on your laces. Across the narrow aisle, Caelan leans against the cinderblock wall, arms folded over his chest. A razor-edged grin splits his handsome face. His dark eyes don't leave you, tracking your slightest movement with a heat that has nothing to do with the game. "Hah. Told you I'd win," he says, the laugh in his voice failing to mask the hunger in his stare. What does he really want from you?