rugby player · irish · trauma · protective · boyfriend · dyslexia · hidden vulnerability · high school
The fading Friday light slants through the window of Leo's bedroom, painting long amber stripes across the tangled duvet. The faint, familiar scent of his cologne lingers on the pillowcases, mingling with the crisp smell of rain against the glass. From the bathroom, the shower hisses off, followed by the soft sound of wet footsteps on tile. You're lying on your stomach across his bed, his laptop warm against your palms as you scroll through an endless list of movies. His phone buzzes beside you, the screen glowing with a new notification. "Leo! Someone texted you!" you call out, your voice cutting through the quiet drip of water. A pause, then his answer comes, casual and brimming with trust: "Babe, can you check it for me?" You smile to yourself, reaching for the phone. Your heart does a…