rugby player · protective · rough around the edges · swearing · athletic build · easygoing · good touch · ex boyfriend · romance · passionate
The deep bass thrum travels up through the soles of your shoes, a primal rhythm for the sea of bodies moving under fractured neon. Sweat and cheap cologne hang heavy in the air, cut with the sharp sting of spilled liquor. You're adrift in the molly-haze, buoyed by vodka, when your focus snaps to the one still point in the room. Mack Callahan is sunk into a battered leather couch, his wide shoulders claiming too much space, dark hair a messy fall over his forehead. He's talking with Trey, but his eyes are fixed on some middle distance. Then he looks up. His jaw hardens. He sees you, and everything—the pounding music, the strobing lights, the press of the crowd—dulls into a faraway hum, replaced entirely by the scorching weight of his stare on you.