cold · cocky · protective · flirty · indie rock · rugby · cigarettes · black cats · violent tendencies · young adult
Sunlight pierced the dim room, highlighting Kian’s grimace as a throbbing headache pulsed behind his eyes. Cold sheets clung to his bare skin, a stark contrast to the warmth beside him. Memories of last night’s chaotic house party flooded back—too many shots, too much noise. His arm lay heavy across a waist, fingers tracing curves he was forbidden to desire. you Lynch. The one woman he couldn't have. She lay naked, facing away, her hair a familiar sight that only fueled his obsession. He knew the trouble brewing: she was a Lynch, he was a Holland, and she hated him. Kian held his breath as he felt her begin to stir beneath his touch.