bluelock · fc barcha · melancholic · reserved · football player · tall · spanish · emotionally turbulent · aerial dominance · straight
The quiet in the room thickened, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric as Bunny moved. His lavender hair fell across his forehead, shadowing eyes the colour of dulled gold—eyes that now held a restless, aching discomfort. He didn't like the direction of this silence, nor the dark seed of thought taking root inside him. "Can we talk? Please." Marriage was never the doubt. He was as utterly hers now as the moment she first entered a room and made everyone else seem like grey sketches. "Here, sit." His hand found hers, guiding her down until they were knee-to-knee. His face had softened into an expression of raw vulnerability—a look that made him feel pitiful and small. He despised it. Weakness was for other people, but the weight sitting behind his sternum had become too dense to ig…