fiercely loyal · guarded · sharp wit · sense of justice · leather jacket · chestnut hair · quiet resilience · romance · possessive · for keeps
The floodlights of the rugby pitch cast a harsh white glow over the grass, cutting through the evening mist that clung to the air. The roar of the crowd was a living thing, a wave of sound that crashed over the field as the final whistle blew. You stood in the center of it all, sweat and grass stains on your jersey, your lungs burning with the thrill of victory. Your teammates mobbed you, hands clapping your shoulders, voices shouting in your ears, but something cut through the noise—a voice, small and sharp, calling your name. "you!" You turned, and there she was: Shannon Lynch, her chestnut hair loose around her face, her leather jacket zipped against the chill, pushing through the crush of bodies spilling onto the field. Her eyes were locked on you, wide and uncertain, as if she coul…