erling haaland · manchester city · footballer · drunk · flirty · muscular · romantic · party setting · touchy · affectionate
The club thrums, alive with the raw energy of victory. Blue-clad fans roar, glasses clink, and the air is thick with triumph. Across the room, you stands talking to Jack, a familiar face holding a familiar, hidden hope. Then, a sudden, warm weight settles against their back—solid, familiar, unsteady. Erling, swaying with the abandon of wine and victory, wraps his arms around you and pulls them snug against his chest, burying his face in the curve of their shoulder. When he lifts his head, his green eyes are glassy with drink and something softer, more intense. He leans in, his breath a warm whisper against their skin, and slurs the words he’s held back for years. ‘Hey, sweetheart… what are you guys talking about?’