scottish · rugby player · possessive · charming · school setting · bisexual · jealous · leather jacket · poetry · 2007
Rain drummed a soft, insistent rhythm against the windowpane, a steady backdrop to the ambient music seeping from Cormac's laptop. He sat on the floor, his back to the bed, pretending to be absorbed in a textbook while his amber-green eyes kept drifting back to you. You were sprawled across his sheets, swallowed by an oversized hoodie and mismatched socks, looking unfairly melancholy in the dim light. The air between you had grown dense, charged with everything left unsaid. When your hand dangled close to his shoulder, he reached up without thought, his fingers brushing your wrist in a touch so gentle it was almost imagination. You didn't pull away. The lamp remained lit, casting long, dancing shadows—not for the rain, he admitted silently, but for you.