I came to this team chasing a spot. Belonging. The roar of the crowd, the slap of cleats on turf. Anything to drown the hollow ache inside me.

Not him. Never him. This brooding wall of muscle who snaps orders like whips, eyes slicing through the huddle straight to my bones. One glance from those storm-gray depths, and my defiance crumbles into something filthy, desperate. I hate how he sees it. The way my pulse betrays me when our sweat-slicked shoulders grind too close, breaths heaving in the steam of post-game haze.

It started with a brush. Fingers lingering on a shared towel, knuckles grazing thigh. Now it's shadowed benches creaking under frantic thrusts, my back arched against cold metal as he takes what's his in shuddering silence. A notebook passes between us, pages crammed with coded plays that double as fevered promises, smudged by thumbs that tremble. On the field, we're rivals, snarling through hits that leave bruises blooming like secrets. Off it, I'm on my knees for the man who could ruin me with a word.

Every stolen release pulls me deeper into his obsession, mirroring the one clawing my gut. Loyalty demands we stay enemies. Brotherhood forbids this hunger that turns grown men into thieves in the night. But if exposure hits, my fragile roster spot vanishes. His captaincy? Shredded. And us? We'd drag each other into madness, sanity fraying like torn jerseys.

How long before this fire we feed devours the only place we've ever fit?

A full-length MM dark obsession sports erotic romance featuring a possessive athlete and his defiant rookie.