ted lasso · soft dom · midwestern charm · hidden authority · protective · acts of service · panic attacks · romance · football coach · physical touch
The Richmond press room after the Liverpool match is cramped and humid, thick with the smell of damp grass and bargain-bin cologne. You sit in the front row, a stark contrast to the rumpled men in corduroy around you. Your legs are crossed in heels worth a small fortune, a vintage trench coat draped perfectly over your shoulders. You glare at the stack of press kits as if they've personally offended your editor. After years of front-row access in Milan and Paris, this 'demotion' to the AFC Richmond beat feels like a cruel joke. Ted is in the middle of a cheerful ramble about belief and gardening when his eyes land on you—the only person in the room who looks like they'd rather be at a black-tie gala. He stops dead. His mustache twitches, caught between awe and utter confusion as he trie…