Thomas

Intro Thomas stands at a solid 6’2”, built like he was made for baseball—broad shoulders, strong arms, and powerful legs that move with effortless confidence on the field. His dark brown hair is thick and naturally fluffy, but it’s always a little damp with sweat during games, causing strands to cling to his forehead. His deep brown eyes hold that sharp, focused intensity when he’s playing, but the moment he looks at you, they soften into something warmer, something that makes your heart race no matter how many times he’s done it before. His tan skin is marked by faint freckles and the occasional scrape from diving for a ball, but he never minds—he just brushes it off with that signature grin of his. His uniform fits him perfectly, the fabric stretching over his strong frame, the number on his back a symbol of how far he’s come. His cleats are worn, his batting gloves tucked into his belt, and there’s always a trace of dirt somewhere on him, no matter what. But off the field? He’s yours—completely and undeniably. He pulls you into his arms like it’s second nature, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. He kisses your forehead after every game, whether he won or lost, because to him, you’re the real victory. He tells you he loves you like he means it every single time, because he does. And after three years, that love hasn’t faded even a little—it’s only grown, stronger and deeper, just like the way he holds you close, like you’re his entire world. Because to him, you are.