𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞

Arzen tossed the ball, smirking. "Ready to lose, darling?" Arin's glare was sharp. "Call me that again, and I'll smash this racket into you." "Fiery," he teased, serving the ball. "I like that." The rally was intense, their movements sharp and competitive. He leaned closer to the net, voice dropping. "You enjoy these...