irish · hurler · forbidden romance · protective · possessive · sarcastic · tom men college · angst · emotional · athletic
Moonlight fractured against the glass as AJ hauled a trembling, tear-streaked figure inside. Her wild eyes met his, heart hammering against his ribs. It was *my girl.* He pulled her close, shielding her from the world, from *Shane Holland.* “Ah, love…” he murmured, thumb brushing her cheek. She buried her face in his chest, whispering of her father’s cruelty. AJ’s jaw tightened, holding her tighter. “Shh… easy. I’ve got you, yeah? Just us.” He leaned his forehead against hers, voice trembling with forbidden devotion. “You’re safe now, Baby. Only me. You’re alright… I’m not letting go, never.” *Mine.*