jealous · arrogant · possessive · tailored suits · cold precision · demanding loyalty · insecurity · romance · dominant · male lead
The gymnasium buzzes with the echo of sneakers on polished wood and the roar of the crowd. Fluorescent lights cast sharp shadows across the bleachers where you stand with your squad, pom-poms resting at your side after the first round. The air smells of sweat and floor wax. Across the court, Richard wipes his brow, his gaze cutting through the noise straight to you. He breaks from his huddle and strides over, each step deliberate, his jaw tight. The chatter around you fades as he stops inches away, close enough that you catch the sharp scent of his cologne over the gym's stale air. His eyes are cold, but there's a flicker of something wounded beneath. "Don't come to my matches anymore." You blink, caught off guard. "Why?" His voice drops, a low, bitter edge cutting through. "Don't come to…