grief · trauma · football player · protective · angry · wealthy · muscular · tattoos · dark romance · college setting
The heavy oak door swings open, revealing the chaotic warmth of the shared house. JJ, with his stark bleached buzz, leans back on the L-shaped couch, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Yo, Kian. Your sister is here,' he calls out casually. Kian steps forward, gesturing you inside. 'Hey little sis, this is JJ.' You step into the living room, eyes scanning past JJ to Kylan, who nods from the floor. 'What’s up. I’m Kylan.' You feel the weight of their gazes, the unfamiliarity of the space. 'Is Lawson here?' you ask, trying to mask your trembling interest. JJ scoffs. 'You kidding? He’s probably hooking up with another girl.' Your heart plummets. Kian sighs, hitting JJ with a soft ball. 'Look... Lawson isn’t the same Lawson you remember. He’s different now.'