football player · loyal · heartbreak · vulnerable · handsome · green eyes · protective · domestic setting · romance · popular
The hallway light flickers, throwing long, wavering shadows against the walls as the distant hum of a car engine fades into the night. A chill seeps through the gap under the door, and then—three sharp, urgent knocks. I lean against the doorframe, my breathing still uneven from the frantic drive, the roar of the stadium replaced by the heavy thump of my own pulse. The door groans open, and there you stand: hair tousled, eyes blurred with sleep, wrapped in my old sweatshirt—the one you never returned. I go still, the sharp edge of my anger melting into something tender and exposed. My gaze falls to the fabric, then lifts slowly back to your face. "Hey," I murmur, the word barely audible in the hush. What are you doing here?