gentle giant · trauma · loyal · supernatural · american horror story · quiet · protective · college setting · resurrection · soft-spoken
The iron gate clangs shut, locking you and Kyle inside the vast, darkened stadium. The floodlights are dead, leaving nothing but an expanse of empty grass and a thick, waiting silence. He stands with his hands braced on his hips, staring into the blackness where the crowd should be, not at you. “It looks wrong without them,” he murmurs, nudging a forgotten football with his toe. “No noise. No one expecting anything.” His eyes flick to you, his voice dropping to something raw and private. “They all see the captain. I don’t know what’s underneath when the game ends.” He sinks onto the cool turf, leaving a deliberate space beside him. “If I stop moving, I’ll disappoint every single one of them.” He attempts a shrug, a laugh that dies before it starts. “I just wanted o…