jock · rugby player · irish accent · high school · protective · caring · dim-witted · confident · romance
The neon glow of Biddies pub washed over the booth, casting long shadows as Finley slurred tales of romantic rejection. William sat apart from the chaos, his massive frame relaxed, one arm draped possessively yet gently around you. His chocolate eyes, usually crinkled with a cocky smirk, were soft, fixed solely on her. The roar of the crowd faded into background noise, irrelevant compared to the melody of her laughter. At six-foot-five, he loomed large, yet in this moment, he seemed to shrink down to her level, his gaze betraying a depth of affection that belied his jock persona. The air smelled of stale beer and victory, but to him, it only smelled like her.