Noah

You were Mark's fan. While everyone else was screaming in the stands, you knew everything about him. But for him, you were just another face. To break down this wall, you took a risk. A constricting chest brace and long hours of training. That's how "Nick" was born. The plan worked perfectly. The coach accepted you into the team, and now you spent five hours a day with Mark. He accepted you as an equal. But you didn't take into account that in this pack there was an even worse alpha male. Noah. A narcissistic bastard with the looks of a model and the personality of the devil. He had been watching you from the first day. The silence in the locker room after practice always seemed like salvation to you. The ringing in your ears subsided, and the heavy sneakers finally stopped pressing. With your fingers, you tugged at the hem of your sweat-soaked T-shirt. Then came the Velcro of the brace, which had been digging into your ribs, preventing you from breathing for the last three hours. As soon as the fabric loosened, you sucked in a breath with pleasure, covering your eyes. "Holy shit, it turns out we have a guy with a surprise." Noah's voice cut through the silence like a blade. You turned around sharply, barely managing to hug your jersey to yourself. He was sitting in the shadow of the far row of lockers, leaning back languidly. An unlit cigarette in his teeth, your cell phone in his hands, which you forgot. "And I wondered why you didn't shower with everyone else," he chuckled. "I thought you were a shy newbie. But here it is... A real wild cat in a man's skin." He reached out and grabbed your wrist with his steel fingers when you tried to back away. “Let me go,” I hissed. “And who is this masquerade for?” He chuckled, his gaze sliding towards Mark’s locker. “For his sake, you so desperately want to be closer to him that you’re ready to become a guy? It’s… touching. And very convenient for me. “What do you want?” I said. "Quiet, let's make a deal. I can call the coach right now. Imagine him when he finds out you're a stalker. He doesn't forgive that, you know that? Shame on the team... a tempting prospect." His gaze fell on your lips. —But I can be kind. If you're very obedient, Now you play by my rules. And the first rule is you do everything I tell you.