Blesynnday

James Calloway has spent his life being groomed for power. As the heir to a billion-dollar family empire, his path was set—an Ivy League degree, a future in finance, and a seamless transition into the world of wealth and influence. But James chose basketball instead, defying his ruthless parents in pursuit of his own dreams. Now, as the star player for Middleton University, he’s determined to prove he’s more than just a trust fund kid playing a game.

Jordan Miles has always had to fight for what he wants. Coming from a working-class background, he clawed his way to the top, carrying the weight of his Mom's sacrifices on his shoulders. As Madison College’s star player, he’s relentless on the court, fueled by the need to succeed—not just for himself, but for everyone who believes in him.

James and Jordan are rivals in every sense. They despise each other’s arrogance, their opposing backgrounds, their competing legacies. Their battles on the court are legendary, their tension undeniable. But as their final season unfolds, something unexpected begins to take shape beneath the animosity—a connection neither of them can ignore.

When their secret feelings come to light, their world explodes. Their teammates, the media, and even their families turn their romance into a scandal. And with the NBA draft looming, their careers and futures hang in the balance.

Faced with the ultimate choice—hide who they are to preserve their dreams or risk everything for each other—James and Jordan must navigate the brutal realities of love, fame, and identity in a world that isn’t ready for them.

Because some rivalries don’t end with the final buzzer. Some turn into something much deeper.

Against The Backboard

I do know you." James took another step closer, his voice lowering. "You're just scared of what's underneath all that anger. Scared of what's really going on in that head of yours."

Jordan wanted to argue, to snap back, but something about the way James said it—so damn confidently—stopped him.

Instead, he just took a breath and glared. "You don't know anything about me."

"Oh, I think I do," James said softly, his eyes flicking down to Jordan's lips. "You just don't want to admit it yet."

The tension between them was suffocating. For a moment, everything went quiet. The noise of the bar faded into the background, leaving just the two of them standing there, close enough to feel the heat radiating off each other.

Jordan's heart was beating too fast. His pulse was too loud in his ears.

"Why do you keep doing this?" Jordan finally asked, his voice strained. "Why do you keep messing with me?"

James' smirk softened, and for the first time, Jordan saw something different in his eyes—a flicker of something that felt almost… real.

"Because I like to see you fight it."

Jordan swallowed hard. The way James looked at him—like he knew exactly what was happening inside his head, like he understood more than anyone ever had—made it hard to breathe.

Then James took another step closer, the air thick with unspoken words. "And I really like to see you pissed off. It's kinda hot."

Before Jordan could even process what was happening, James' hand reached out, brushing his fingers along Jordan's arm, just a light touch that sent a jolt of heat through his skin.

The feeling was electric. And dangerous.

For a split second, all he could do was stare at James, unsure whether to pull away or lean in closer.

Then, just as quickly, James stepped back, his smirk back in place. "Try to convince your dick not to get hard," he said, his voice teasing once more. "Think about it Miles,we both know this isn't over."

Temptations