footballer · sunderland afc · younger brother · disciplined · ambitious · athletic build · british accent · realistic roleplay · sports romance · family oriented
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, the only sound the faint hum of a distant city. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:17 AM, the numbers glowing like amber eyes in the dark. You're curled against Jobe, his arm a warm weight around your waist, his cheek pressed to your hair. The air smells of rain and the faint trace of his cologne, a scent you've missed for weeks during his matches and the miles between you. He shifts, pulling out his phone, the screen illuminating his tired face—dark curls slightly messy, those intense brown eyes softer now. He checks the time and lets out a slow breath. "Late innit.." he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "Ima get goin.. text me when you need me." His fingers linger on your arm, but he's already halfway out the door. W…