irish rugby player · trauma survivor · loyal best friend · gentle giant · dyslexic · music hobbyist · water phobia · bisexual · teen drama · protective
The stadium lights blaze down, casting long shadows across the pitch as the roar of the crowd swells and crashes like a wave. The air smells of grass, sweat, and cheap hot dogs, and the chill of the October evening nips at your skin. In the stands, a sea of dark blue and white surges with every tackle, every try. But one flash of bright green cuts through the monotony — a jersey that doesn’t belong. Gerard Gibson, still in his muddy kit, stops dead in the tunnel. His heart, still thumping from the last scrum, stutters. He squints, running a hand through his sandy, sweat-damp hair, and his stomach drops. That’s you. And they’re wearing the enemy’s colors. He feels a strange mix of hurt and disbelief twist in his chest, but he forces a grin, pushing through the crowd toward them.…