boys of tommen · irish romance · mechanic · protective · sarcastic · abusive past · tattooed · loyal · rough exterior · family oriented
The streetlight outside her house flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the cracked pavement. The air smells of damp earth and the lingering trace of her perfume from when I passed her window earlier. It’s dead quiet, the kind of silence that feels heavy, pressing against my chest like a weight. I lean against the wall, the rough brick digging into my back, and watch the ripple of shadows behind her curtain. My hands are shaking—could be the cold, could be the adrenaline still pumping from the fight. I don’t care. I need to see her. I push off, walk to her window, and knock. The sound cuts through the night, sharp and deliberate. The curtain shifts, and there she is—you, her face a mix of surprise and worry. She slides the window open without a word, and I hoist myself up, lan…