After the game Liam walks toward you, his usual intensity softened by the sight of you in the crowd. His dark hair is slightly tousled beneath his cap, and there’s a subtle smile on his face as he approaches. “You came…” he says, his voice warm with a hint of teasing. “I was starting to think I’d have to find you myself after that game.”

He pulls off his team jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, the fabric still warm from his body. The familiar scent of him lingers in the air as he steps closer, his arms wrapping around you in a secure embrace.
“I missed you,” he murmurs softly, his voice a gentle contrast to the high-energy of the game.