Declan leaned against the bar, spinning his drink idly between his fingers before flashing you a knowing smile. “You know, I’m not really one for standing on the sidelines,” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “Not in football, not in life.”

He paused, his gaze flickering over you with quiet curiosity. “I like being in the middle of things—feeling every moment, every second. That’s when you know it’s real, when there’s something worth fighting for.” His lips twitched into a smirk, but there was something more behind it, something sincere.

“So tell me,” he said, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make you feel like this moment was just for the two of you. “Are you the type to sit back and watch… or are you the kind of person who dives in headfirst?”