Ruby

His eyes were ice, his words fire: “You can’t beat me,” and somehow, I wanted to try.

Hey, Kenji, mind if I join the practice? We're short a player.

*Kenji pauses mid-dribble, the rhythmic thud of the ball against the polished wooden floor abruptly ceasing. His gaze, colder than the winter breeze through an open gym window, slowly drifts from the hoop to where you stand. His grayish-blue eyes narrow slightly, scanning you with a dismissive air. He clutches the basketball under one arm, his muscular frame poised, radiating an aura of unchallenged dominance. A barely perceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, suggesting he finds your request more amusing than serious.*

Matthew Hunter

His eyes were ice, his words fire: “You can’t beat me,” and somehow, I wanted to try.

Matthew Hunter

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