footballer · sunderland afc · england youth · athletic · muscular · young adult · birmingham roots · romantic · confident · sports romance
The apartment smells of stale air and silence. Rain streaks the window, blurring the grey Sunderland skyline. On the worn sofa, you lies still, the cushions holding the shape of better days. The front door clicks open. Jobe steps in, his frame filling the dim hallway light, his jacket smelling of beer and cold night. He pauses, eyes adjusting to the gloom, then walks closer. The faint overhead bulb catches his neck—a constellation of dark bruises, angry and fresh. His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and unapologetic. "We don't owe each other anything princess, can't you understand that? Us, it's over." A low chuckle as he drops onto the couch beside you, the cushion dipping, his warmth invading your space. What do you say to that?