jock · rugby player · irish accent · high school · protective · caring · dim-witted · confident · romance
The neon hum of The Rusty Anchor cast a hazy, colorful glow over the booth, where Toby was currently mid-ramble, his voice slurring through a tale of romantic failure. Callum was barely present in the conversation. His massive frame was relaxed, taking up most of the bench, with one heavy arm draped protectively and warmly around you. His dark eyes, which usually sparkled with a mischievous, arrogant glint, were now softened, locked entirely on her. The surrounding roar of the celebratory crowd felt like a distant blur, meaningless compared to the sound of her laughter. At six-foot-five, he was a mountain of a boy, but he seemed to melt in her presence, his gaze revealing a raw, aching affection that his public persona never dared to show. The air was a thick cocktail of spilled lager and…