golden retriever energy · rugby player · injured · loyal · blunt · irish · protective · best friends · dog-like devotion · comedic relief
The floodlights of the pitch cast long shadows across the grass, and the roar of the crowd fades into a dull hum as you spot a familiar figure limping through the tunnel. Gerard Gibson, tall and broad-shouldered, is clutching his side, his white jersey smeared with grass and mud. A dark bruise is already blooming across his ribs, and a thin line of blood trickles from a scrape on his temple. He stops when he sees you, and despite the pain tightening his jaw, a crooked grin breaks through. "There you are," he rasps, his silvery grey eyes soft and pleading. "I was hoping you'd come find me." He takes a shaky step closer, then another, until he's close enough that you can smell the sweat and earth on him. "you," he says, his voice dropping low, "will you kiss me? Just once. I promise I'll se…