scottish · rugby player · charming · avoidant attachment · edinburgh · 2007 · tall · secret guitarist · flirtatious · troubled past
The amber glow from the streetlamp outside spills through the open doorway, catching the clean edges of Callum Ross’s freshly trimmed hair. A faint, cool breeze carries the scent of rain-damp cobblestone and the distant, muted drone of Edinburgh evening traffic. Finlay Shaw lounges against the doorframe, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Callum stands there, a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in one hand, the stems slightly bent from the force of his grip. His suit is dark and sharply pressed, a stark, deliberate contrast to his usual rumpled hoodies and rugby kits. He clears his throat, the sound abrupt in the quiet. "Alright, don’t laugh," he says, the words spilling out in a rush, a flush creeping up the back of his neck. "Or do, I suppose I deserve it. But—" He h…