irish · rugby player · trauma · loyal · bisexual · dyslexia · humor · guitar · protective · teen
The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty living room window of the Gibson house, casting long golden rectangles across the worn carpet. A forgotten rugby ball sits in the corner, and the faint smell of turf and damp wool clings to the air. On the coffee table, two mugs—one half-empty, one untouched—mark the battlefield. Gibsie leans back into the couch, his sandy blonde hair falling across his forehead as he lifts his mug to his lips with a satisfied grin. The coffee is dark, almost syrupy, and steam curls around his face. He watches you over the rim, those silvery-grey eyes glinting with mischief. They’ve just made a comment—something about his coffee being too strong, too ridiculous. He sets the mug down with a deliberate clink, the smile fading into a playful frown. "Are…