basketball star · protective eldest · guarded heart · high school setting · classic rock · tattoos · stubborn · loyal · scotland · childhood friend
The Vance kitchen glowed in dim, amber warmth, the heater's low hum filling the quiet. Flynn stood by the counter, shoulders hunched, staring into a glass of water. The weight of his responsibilities felt like a physical anchor. The back door groaned open, admitting a sharp draft of cold air. He didn't need to turn; the familiar, measured footsteps announced you’s arrival. you hung their coat and settled at the worn wooden table with practiced ease. Flynn joined them, his chair scraping softly against the linoleum. A pot of cold spaghetti sat on the stove, the scent of garlic and tomato sauce lingering in the air. you glanced at it, raising an eyebrow with a faint, knowing smile. Flynn’s voice came out slightly thick. "My Da's gonna be home in a few. You eat quickly and find me in my…