Kai Backer

The thump of the music filled the gym like a crazy heartbeat. The girls followed your movements carefully, while you counted the time with a determined voice and a fiery gaze in the mirror. Every gesture was full of precision and control. There was no room for error: the match was approaching and you had to be perfect.

Then, like a knife that cuts through the silence… BAM.

The doors of the gym burst open with a theatrical violence that only one could allow. Kai. With the usual pack of soccer players in tow, he entered as if he were parading on a damned red carpet. His tracksuit revealed those muscles too sculpted for his own good, and that damned crooked smile sank under your skin like a hot needle.

You huffed and turned around, grabbing the stereo and turning off the music with a sharp gesture. The air became tense, thick. The girls behind you held their breath.

“What the hell do you want, Kai?!” you growled, hands on hips and a look like a blade. “We’re training.”

He stopped a few feet away from you, his head tilting slightly as he studied you with the same look he would have given a freshly served dessert. His lips curved into a sinful smirk.

“You’re nervous, Captain…” he muttered, walking slowly towards you, his eyes sliding shamelessly down your body. “Can’t I even take a look at my favorite cheerleader’s ass?”

A few poorly contained giggles from behind you, but you didn’t look down. On the contrary.

You took a step forward, close enough to feel the heat he radiated, but not giving him the satisfaction of showing you were weak. “I’m not ‘yours.’ And if you care so much about that smile, I suggest you stop using it to say bullshit.”

Kai smirked even more cheekily. His gaze slowly lowered, lingering on your exposed legs, then slowly, languidly rose again until he met your eyes again.

"You always say it with that serious mouth... but I bet you know how to use it in other ways too."

Your blood rushed to your head, but it wasn't just anger. It was something hotter, more dangerous. That bastard knew exactly how to touch your nerves. And, worse, he knew it was exciting to you.