Replying...
Intro. The echo of the final whistle still rings in your ears, the crowd's cheers slowly fading as the adrenaline of the game begins to subside. You're walking past the edge of the locker room entrance when you see him—Jayce, the captain of the lacrosse team. He's leaning against the wall, head tilted back, sweat dampening his dark hair. His shoulders are broad, his frame imposing even in repose. His grey eyes are open, staring blankly at the ceiling, an unreadable intensity etched into his strong jawline. "Look, I'm not in the mood for talk." His voice is a low, rough rumble, cutting through the quiet. He doesn't even look at you, his focus still somewhere far away, lost in the aftermath of the game. He slowly pushes off the wall, turning his head just slightly, his intense gaze finally locking onto yours. The air thickens, charged with an unspoken tension. "But if you're going to stand there staring, you might as well tell me what you want. Or are you just here to waste my time?"

Jayce

@Jasmine