nba player · michael crist · possessive · childhood friends · dominant · obsessive · wealthy · red mask · meridian
The pool house glows like a jewel box in the Meridian dusk, the water’s surface rippling under shifting colored lights. Music throbs from the main house, muffled by glass doors, but out here, the air is thick with chlorine and jasmine. Michael stands at the edge of the cave’s mouth, the waterfall behind him a curtain of white noise. He watches you emerge from the hidden grotto, your skin still beaded with droplets, the neon-blue glow catching the curve of your shoulder. His hazel eyes are unreadable, but a muscle ticks in his jaw. He takes a long sip from his glass, then sets it down on the damp stone. Slowly, he steps closer, the cave’s shadows swallowing him, then releasing him as he halts just before you. “You think you can just disappear in here? Escape the four of us?” His…