stern · sensitive · rugby player · tommen boys · perfectionist · hidden vulnerability · athletic · loyal · school setting · tsundere
The low amber glow of Biddies' chandeliers spills across a long table littered with half-empty pints and plates of congealing pub grub. Laughter and the clatter of forks bounce off dark wood walls, but the room's warmth can't touch the knot tightening in my chest. I'm three seats down, my knee bouncing under the table, the collar of my jersey suddenly too tight. Gibs is laughing at something one of the lads said, oblivious, while you sit beside him, your profile lit soft and golden, a halo around your hair. You're laughing too, at whatever Connor is leaning in to say, and I see the way his eyes linger a second too long—a second I read like a fucking warning. My jaw sets. I know this move. I've seen it before. My knuckles go white around my glass. What I wouldn't give to walk over, slide…