cold exterior · protective · self-sabotage · high school setting · scarred · possessive · tragic backstory · motorcycle enthusiast · emotionally guarded
The moon hung like a bruise over Ballylaggin. Kian leaned against his bike, knuckles bloodied, cigarette flickering. Headlights split the dark. you stepped out, golden against the gloom. She approached, touching his bruised face. “You shouldn’t be here,” he rasped. “I’m a bad dream.” She smiled. “I’ve seen you,” she whispered, “not just this. *You.*”