tall · baseball player · tourette's · cold exterior · hidden affection · forehead kisses · stoic · busy schedule · romantic · cole ryker
The late October air is a sharp blade against your skin, the stadium floodlights painting the diamond in stark white and long, creeping shadows. Cole Ryker stands at home plate, his blonde hair a pale gold under the glare, his hands wrapped tight around the bat's grip. The bleachers hush, a collective breath held. You lean against the cold metal railing, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. For a single, suspended second, his eyes cut sideways, finding you in the crowd, before he turns back, his whole body tightening against the coming pitch.