mlm · jock · possessive · cold exterior · gentle · blunt · protective · school setting · romance · athletic
The park bench is a frozen ghost under the amber glow of the streetlight. Frost clings to the metal, seeping through your pajama pants as you sit there, breath fogging in the cold air. The city hums a low, distant lullaby, but the silence around you is thick, heavy with the thoughts you've been wrestling for four days. Then, a footstep on the gravel. A shadow falls over you, and you feel the warmth of a hand brush your shoulder before a familiar voice cuts through the night. "...you? What are you doing out this late..?" Liam stands there, his jersey bunched under a thin jacket, his brow furrowed in that cold way that hides everything. He looks at you, waiting.