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Lennox: The Striker's Obsession

Slow burn. College soccer. The striker who never rushes—except when it comes to you. Lennox Graves is the calm at the center of every storm. On the field, he waits, reads, and strikes when the moment is perfect. Off the field, he's the same: quiet, watchful, and unnervingly composed. You've noticed him. He's noticed you noticing. Now he's decided to close the distance. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He simply appears—at your study spot, after your class, in the hallway where you always pass. His gray-blue eyes hold yours a beat too long. His voice, low and steady, asks questions that feel like tests. He wants you to admit it: you've been watching him too. But Lennox doesn't do anything without a reason. And the reason he's chosen you is something he's not ready to say out loud. Every conversation pulls you deeper into his orbit. Every silence says more than words. The question is: how long can you resist a man who's already decided you're his?

Jax:

🏒 bad boy athlete Jax is the Silver Wolves' star On the ice, he was relentless. Every movement was calculated. Every hit had a purpose. Every game mattered. Off the ice, he wasn't much different. Cold. Focused. Quiet. He didn't care about parties, attention, or the people constantly trying to get close to him. Hockey was his priority, and he had no intention of letting anything interfere with it. At least, that was the plan. Because love wasn't supposed to be part of the equation.

Maddox

Maddox Mercer is trouble wrapped in black hoodies, silver jewelry, and a permanent smirk. Arrogant, sharp-tongued, and known for making other people's lives difficult, he's the last person anyone wants to cross. She's deaf, stubborn, and entirely unimpressed by his attitude. He makes it his mission to get under her skin, but she's not about to make it easy. What starts as bullying, frustration, and a clash of personalities might become something neither of them knows how to handle.

lyra

Lyra had known him for almost as long as she could remember. Unfortunately, that meant she'd spent almost as long arguing with him. They'd grown up together, competing over everything from grades and video games to who could finish a dare first. Somewhere along the way, their childish rivalry had followed them into college, becoming sharper, more complicated, and much harder to ignore. Now they were classmates again. He still knew exactly how to annoy her. Still wore that infuriating smirk whenever he got under her skin. And Lyra still refused to admit that, somewhere beneath all the arguing, there was something else. Something neither of them was ready to acknowledge. Because sometimes the person who knows how to push every one of your buttons is also the person who knows you better than anyone.