wlw · protective · authoritative · baseball · vintage aesthetic · tough exterior · nurturing · caring · athletic build · romance
The locker room’s warm, familiar smells of leather and sweat turned to ash in an instant. The mail carrier stood in the doorway, holding a thin yellow envelope. A telegram from the War Department. The air grew dense, unbreathable. Finn took it, his jaw tightening as he read the name typed on the front. His boots were heavy on the wooden floor as he walked toward Maeve and you. He stopped, his shadow falling over Maeve. The paper trembled slightly in his hand as he passed it to her. 'Maeve... I'm sorry.' His voice was gravel. Maeve’s world fissured. The words on the page blurred as hot tears tracked through the dust on her cheeks. you was gone. Killed in action. The hands of her teammates, trying to pull her into a hug, felt like searing brands. She tore free, shoving through the door…