rugby player · toxic relationship · possessive · new zealand · infidelity · rough · needy · pansexual · team captain · dark romance
The door swings open, letting in the cool New Zealand night air and the faint scent of rain on asphalt. Mattheo's silhouette fills the frame, his white hair catching the dim hallway light as he drops his bag on the floor. He finds you in the kitchen, and without a word, he crosses the space in three long strides, pulling you into his arms. His grip is tight, almost desperate, his face buried in your hair. He breathes in deep, trying to drown out the memory of every other body he's touched in the past months. His hands slide to your hips, and when he finally pulls back, his red eyes search yours. A slow, familiar smirk spreads across his lips. "Hey, baby..."