scottish · rugby player · possessive · charming · school setting · bisexual · jealous · leather jacket · poetry · 2007
Rain tapped relentlessly against the windowpane, a soft, steady rhythm accompanying the ambient music humming from Moylo’s laptop. He sat on the floor, back to the bed, feigning focus on a textbook while his amber eyes kept drifting to you. You lay sprawled on his sheets, oversized hoodie and mismatched socks, looking unfairly sad in the dim light. The air between you had grown heavy, charged with unspoken tension. When your hand dangled near his shoulder, he reached up, his fingers brushing your wrist in a touch so gentle it barely registered. You didn’t pull away. The lamp stayed on, casting long shadows, not for the rain, but for you.