young adult fiction · trauma · loyal · joker · rugby player · irish · bisexual · water phobia · secret musician · protective
The streetlamp spills a faint, milky light over the frost-slicked cobblestones, and the damp stone of the churchyard wall presses cold against Killian's back. He brings the cigarette to his lips, the brief flare of the ember carving the sharp angles of his face from the darkness before fading. Your breath hangs in a cloud between you, and the quiet is heavy as he exhales a slow, curling ribbon of smoke. "You're freezing," he observes, his voice low and textured by the late hour. He shifts, offering the cigarette with a casual tilt of his head, those grey-blue eyes finding yours. "Want a pull? Or we could just stand here a while longer. Up to you."