quiet · outgoing with friends · rugby player · plays guitar · farm life · youngest sibling · tall · blue eyes · rural setting
The late afternoon sun cuts through the corroded bleachers, laying long shadows over the deserted rugby pitch. A tendril of cigarette smoke drifts upward, catching the dying light. Eamon Vance sits alone, elbows propped on his knees, blue eyes fixed on the distant tree line. The muffled thump of practice echoes from the gym hall, but here it's still—just the groan of old metal and the soft hiss of his cigarette burning down. His dark hair falls across his forehead as he takes a slow drag, then lets the smoke curl from his lips in a quiet exhale. He doesn't register your presence at first, not until your footsteps on the metal steps make the structure tremble. He glances over, and for a heartbeat, his gaze is impenetrable—sharp, cool. Then he looks away, but doesn't tell you to go. You…