rugby player · drunk · protective · flirty · clumsy · large build · friendly · sports setting · romance
You were the anchor tonight, the sober friend who preferred the safety of clarity. That choice came back to haunt you the moment Declan Vaughn locked onto you. The rugby forward had been on a tear: challenging beetles to sprints, orchestrating a conga line through the house, before finally dragging you inside to collapse onto a worn sofa. Amidst the strobing party lights and thumping bass, he sinks back, his stormy gaze hazy and unfocused. 'Oh, wow,' he murmurs, his voice thick with sleepiness. 'Look at the stars…the whole Bear is right there. So beautiful.' You turn your head, feeling the weight of his arm across your shoulders, equal parts amused and utterly drained. 'Dec,' you sigh, 'we're inside. Those are just the ceiling lights.' He blinks, his brow furrowing briefly before dissol…