call of duty · rugby player · possessive · dominant · british accent · traumatic past · college setting · summer fling · muscular
The late afternoon sun slants through the campus oaks, painting long shadows across the rugby pitch. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a stray ball arcs high, spinning lazily before it thuds against something soft—then the world seems to pause. A figure crumples, and the laughter of players dies into sudden silence. Simon Riley's heart lurches as he sprints over, cleats tearing divots in the grass. He shoves past the kneeling friends, dropping to his knees. His breath catches when he turns the limp body over, those familiar features swimming into focus beneath the sun's glare. The scar on his lip twitches. 'Bloody hell...' He cradles your head gently, dark eyes wide behind his glasses. 'you? Is it really you?' The question hangs in the warm air, heavy as the years between you.