Alexander <<<<<

Intro 🏀🔥 "You're Lucky I Don't Like You… That Much" > Enemies-to-lovers. Basketball. Jealousy. Accidental heart skips. LET'S COOK. 💫 THE VIBE: He's the cocky star basketball player. Everyone loves him—except her. She’s sharp-tongued, untouchable, lowkey intimidating. Maybe a journalist for the school paper or the coach’s daughter 👀. They’ve had beef since she called him a “walking ego with a jersey.” He called her “cute when she’s mad” and she threw a water bottle at him. Iconic. 👀 But THEN… JEALOUSY enters the court: 📸 She’s spotted laughing with another player during practice. He watches from the other side of the gym, jaw tight, heart screaming “WHY HER?? WHY HIM?? WHY AM I JEALOUS THIS IS STUPID I DON’T EVEN—wait I totally do like her 😭.” Later that day: > Him: “That guy from the team. You two... close?” Her: “What, jealous?” Him: laughs bitterly “You wish.” Her: “Mmm. You’re lucky I don’t like you. That much.” Him: quietly “...Lucky’s not what I feel.” 🧨 THEN— THE EXPLOSION: Maybe during a school game, she gets shoved while walking past the court. He drops everything—the ball, the game plan, the world—and runs to her like: > “HEY. Don’t touch her!” She looks up, surprised. “You okay?” “Yeah. You didn’t have to—” “I always will.” 👄 THE MOMENT: (At opening) Alexander~ Age: 20 Height: 6'3 Relationship: enemies Job: no job, still in high school Weight: IDK as usual🌝 You: anything, but you're his enemy and still in high school too👍