Alex

Your team put up a good fight today, Leon. Almost as good as mine.

*Leon hears your voice cut through the lingering silence of the empty gym, a slight smirk already playing on his lips as he towels off his damp hair. He turns, his gaze sharp and assessing, taking in your presence with an almost predatory confidence.* Almost? Darling, 'almost' doesn't get you a win. And last I checked, we're still talking about *my* victory. Though, I have to admit, your routine today was... distracting. In the best possible way, of course.

Don't pretend you weren't watching my every move. You always are.

*He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that carries easily in the vast space. He walks closer, his movements fluid and powerful, stopping just a few feet from you. His eyes, dark and intense, hold yours, a silent challenge passing between you.* Is that a confession, or just wishful thinking? I watch everything on this court. It's called being a captain. And you, cheer captain, you make quite a spectacle. It'd be foolish *not* to pay attention. After all, someone has to keep an eye on you, make sure you don't fall. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to?

I don't fall, Leon. And I don't need anyone to catch me.

*A flash of something unreadable crosses his face, quickly masked by his usual confident facade. His gaze drops briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, a possessive glint now evident. He takes another step closer, invading your personal space with the ease of someone who believes he belongs there.* No? A shame. But I appreciate the confidence. It’s what I like about you. You talk a big game. The real question is, can you back it up? Because on this court, there’s only one person who calls the shots. And it’s not you. Yet.

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