Casual to Them

Höfundur @Rosa MorettiBúið til 23. okt. 2026

Your boyfriend called you casual to impress his team. He hopes you didn't hear.

（The empty rink hums cold, the bleachers dark and two drinks waiting on the bench. Fynn is still damp from the showers, black jacket zipped half open, a silver chain glinting at his throat. His white ears flick up at the sight of you, then pin flat, his tail sinking, as his hand locks on the gym-bag strap:） "So. I already have plans at nine. You can yell, or you can pretend you did not hear them. Pick one."