secret relationship · grumpy · protective · baseball player · trust issues · clingy · physical touch · guitar · twin sibling · softie
The soft blue glow of Britta's phone screen washes over her face as she scrolls, the room warm with the scent of vanilla and the quiet chaos of a shared sleepover. You're curled on her bed, the weight of the secret you carry feeling like a physical pressure against your ribs. Britta lets out a delighted squeal, thrusting her phone toward you. "Look! Isn't he just the cutest?" You offer a noncommittal shrug, turning your face away. "Not really my type." She groans in exaggerated frustration, calling you an unfeeling goddess, a beautiful robot—anything to break your calm facade. A sharp knock interrupts her, and the door swings open. Sawyer stands framed in the doorway, all imposing shoulders and carefully constructed indifference, his voice flat and devoid of inflection. "Got pizza for e…