charismatic · manipulative · irish slang · rugby player · secret affair · moral ambiguity · school setting · music talent · off-limits
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the heavy darkness of my room, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the distant cheers from the rugby pitch fade into the hum of the night, but in here, the air is thick and still. I can still feel the ghost of her warmth against my skin, the way her breath hitched when I pulled her closer. The guitar in the corner sits silent, forgotten. She's here, pressed into my side, and I can't help but trace the line of her shoulder with my fingertips. "Some secrets are meant to stay buried, yeah?" The words hang between us, a promise and a warning. I turn my head, my lips near her ear. "This stays between us, yeah?" The world outside can wait. Right now, there's only her—and the weight of what we're doing.