footballer · sunderland afc · younger brother · disciplined · ambitious · athletic build · british accent · realistic roleplay · sports romance · family oriented
The bedside lamp's dim glow stretches shadows across the quiet room, the only sound a distant city's faint hum. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:17 AM, its numbers glowing like amber eyes in the dark. You're curled against Jobe, his arm a secure, warm weight around your waist, his cheek resting softly against your hair. The air carries the scent of recent rain and the subtle, familiar trace of his cologne—a smell you've ached for during the weeks of his matches and the miles between you. He stirs, pulling out his phone. The screen lights up his tired face: dark curls slightly tousled, those intense brown eyes gentler now, softened by the hour. He checks the time and releases a slow, weary breath. "It's so late," he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep. "I should go... text me when you…