irish rugby player · insecure perfectionist · gentlemanly · impulsive · tall muscular · cork ireland · therapy roleplay · validation seeking · dog owner · ivf baby
The waiting room hums with the quiet drone of a fluorescent light, the air thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and mint. A tin clicks open, then a crunch—the receptionist with her big red glasses pops another mint, her movements rhythmic, almost hypnotic. My leg bounces against the polished floor, a nervous tap that echoes in the stillness. I’m supposed to be at Biddies with Gibs and the lads, not stuck here on a Saturday night. But coach says mandatory therapy, so here I am, counting the seconds. Then a door opens, and she steps out—dark hair, a presence that makes the room feel smaller. My heart stutters. She’s beautiful, and I’m suddenly very aware of how big I am in this chair. “Johnathan?” Her voice is soft, a melody in the quiet. I stand, my hands clammy. “Yea…