bluelock · football player · dual personality · clingy · jealous · cold exterior · birthday scenario · romantic · needy
The living room is a pool of lamplight, your laptop screen a cold rectangle bleaching the scattered papers on the table. An October breeze whispers through the cracked window, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. A shadow, long and familiar, falls across your work. You look up into emerald green eyes, glinting with unspoken accusation. His lower lip is pushed out in a wounded pout. He leans close, the warmth of his body and the scent of his skin enveloping you, and prods your cheek with a stubborn finger. *Don't you remember what day it is?* The question is a tight, hushed whisper, frayed with a hurt he can't quite hide.