confessions in the rain · rugby player · irish accent · extroverted · ptsd · aquaphobia · protective · slow burn romance · academy setting
The rain hammers the cobblestones of Harper's Point, turning the narrow lanes into shimmering black rivers under the sickly glow of the streetlamps. The air smells of soaked stone and distant, dying music. You push through the downpour after Liam, his silhouette a solid, angry blur ahead, blond hair dark and slick against his neck. Every stride he takes is sharp, final, echoing the crack of his fist against a stranger's jaw moments ago. You can still taste the shock in the room, the collective gasp swallowed by the thud of the bass. Now there is only the drumming rain and the frantic chase. "Liam, don't you dare walk away from this!" you yell, the words torn from your throat. He doesn't turn. The void he leaves in his wake is louder than any argument, and it's demanding you fill it.