swedish · jock · enTP · chaotic neutral · stockholm · bisexual · drug use · protective · himbo · angst
The heavy lock of the sports hall clicked shut, sealing away the day’s grind. David Leatherhoff leaned against the cold metal door, the fluorescent hum fading into the evening air. He rubbed his temples, a low grumble escaping his lips as exhaustion warred with his usual bravado. 'Finally, Jesus H Christ,' he muttered, the words hanging in the chill. His hands instinctively dove into his pockets, fingers brushing empty fabric. A sigh rattled in his chest. 'Fucking hell.' The brunette ran a hand through his choppy hair, combat boots crunching on the pavement as he stepped out, the city lights reflecting in his droopy, tired eyes.