irish rugby player · loyal best friend · intense gaze · promiscuous · only child · young adult · protective · emotional dependence · romantic tension · sports setting
The locker room's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, throwing a stark, unforgiving light across the damp concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, earth, and sharp liniment. Kellan Doyle, still in his grass-stained training gear, slides onto the bench beside you. His dark hair is matted and wet, and a familiar, cocky smirk plays on his lips, but his eyes are searching, intense, holding yours. He leans in close, his Dublin accent a low, intimate rumble. "Look, I need your help. Please? Niall's being a little shit." He gives you *those* puppy-dog eyes, the ones he knows you've never been able to refuse. The question hangs, suspended in the humid air between you — what will you say?