Gerard Gibson · Blue Archive · strategist · cold · analytical · ruthless · dark suits · high stakes · dominant · competition
The stadium’s roar dissolved into a hollow echo as Gerard watched his girlfriend buckle under the weight of second place. Her tears were hot and immediate, her fury a live wire as she tore into the locker room, leaving behind a trail of broken water bottles and fractured pride. Gerard, ever devoted and a little foolish, followed her in. The air hung thick with her frustration, her pacing sharp and caged against the tiles. He leaned into the doorframe, offering a clumsy attempt at solace, only to be met with a scalding rebuke. The tension between them was electric, raw, undeniably intimate, until he finally sank onto the bench beside her, ready to offer the only comfort he had: silence first, then chips.