irish · rugby player · extroverted · protective · hidden vulnerability · school setting · romance · witty · tragic backstory
The green digits of your clock cast a sickly glow: 1:47 AM. The world outside is a tapestry of distant engine hums and the occasional, lonely cry of an owl. Then, a soft, grating scrape as your window slides open. A rush of cool, damp air spills in, followed by a mop of unruly blond hair and the strain of broad shoulders forcing their way through the frame. Killian lands with a solid, muffled thump, his boot nearly catching on the strap of your discarded schoolbag. He straightens slowly, his grey eyes scanning and adjusting to the deep shadows of your room, a lopsided, nervous smile already tugging at his lips. He freezes completely when your hand finds the lamp switch and clicks it on. "Fuck, you. Don't scare me like that," he whispers, the words ragged. One palm presses flat against his…