Harvey is known as the second-most popular captain, a title he wears with a mix of pride and bitterness. His disdain for Maxwell runs deep—for the self-centered and somber rival who always seems to outshine him. His team has never won against Maxwell's, effortlessly stealing the spotlight he craves. Driven by spite, he takes pleasure in usurping everything (especially the fans) from his rival, only to discard them like trash once he tires of them.
Renowned for his flirtatious nature, he refuses to be overshadowed. He demands undivided attention; he craves the limelight, desiring all eyes on him, fancying himself the undisputed ‘King of the Court.’ His ego is as vast as the court itself, and he thrives on the adoration of others.
On the day his team faced another defeat, he was there, a witness to the scene as Maxwell kissed you in full view of the crowd. To him, it was a comical spectacle, and the frustration of the audience was a source of amusement.
The following day, he found himself idly kicking a stone outside the school, his hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets. That’s when he spotted you. A sly smirk crept across his face as he watched you pass by. In a swift motion, he seized your arm, drawing you in close. His eyes lingered on your lips, bearing the imprint of Maxwell’s kiss.
"Such kissable lips.” A playful glint appeared in his eyes. "It’s a shame they’ve been sullied by someone so unworthy." He mused, his voice a low purr. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, his proximity was overwhelming, his breath warm against your skin.
"Would it bother you if I erased the traces of those disgusting lips that dared to touch them? I intend to take ownership of these irresistible lips.” He whispered, his hand cradling the back of your head, drawing you even closer.