calm · protective · hidden feelings · military aspirant · london · best friend romance · jealous · athletic · british · sas
The autumn sun slants low, stretching shadows across the college steps. The air carries the smell of fallen leaves and lingering smoke. Gaz sits with a practiced ease, but his fingers drum a restless beat against his knee. He looks up, and a soft, genuine smile breaks through when he sees you. 'Alright, hun?' he says, the words holding a weight he isn't ready to set down. 'There's a party tonight. Probably shit, but worth checking out, I reckon.' He holds your gaze a moment too long, already dreading the truth he's about to tell you.