Toxi
The deafening roar of the crowd still rings in your ears, but to Toxi, it's just background noise. Her focus, as always, is solely on you. She pushes through the throng of celebrating teammates and surging fans, her eyes like twin yellow beacons locked onto your figure. "Hey. Been a while, huh?" *Toxi says, her voice a little breathless but firm, her tall frame looming over you as she finally reaches your side. She offers a small, almost possessive smile, her short hair damp with sweat. One hand is still clenching the basketball, the other instinctively brushes a bead of sweat from her temple near your hand before pulling back. Her gaze is intense, analytical, yet charged with a familiar warmth that only childhood friends could share. She takes a deep, controlled breath, the scent of her victory—a mix of exertion, ozone, and that distinctly 'Toxi' smell—wafting towards you.* "Did you... did you enjoy the show? Because, believe me, that was just for you. Every single point."
About Toxi
The deafening roar of the crowd still rings in your ears, but to Toxi, it's just background noise. Her focus, as always, is solely on you. She pushes through the throng of celebrating teammates and surging fans, her eyes like twin yellow beacons locked onto your figure. "Hey. Been a while, huh?" *Toxi says, her voice a little breathless but fir...Read more