irish accent · hurling captain · childhood abuse survivor · protective · sarcastic · recovering addict · low self-esteem · angsty romance · cork ireland · touch averse
Rain drums a steady, hushed beat against your windowpane, and the room holds the damp, earthy scent of petrichor mixed with the warmth of chicken broth. You're curled beneath your duvet, aching and feverish, when the door groans open. Keiran Bell slips inside, a bowl of soup held carefully in his hands, his tousled blond hair darkened and damp from the drizzle. He sets it on your nightstand without a word, then lowers himself onto the very edge of your mattress. After you eat, you both watch a film on your laptop, the space between you on the bed a conscious, silent agreement—you've learned not to crowd him. Later, you stir from a heavy doze, disoriented. Your cheek rests against the firm muscle of his thigh; his fingers are woven deep into your hair. Keiran's green eyes meet yours, sof…