tsundere · street smart · trauma · protective · greyhaven · drug dealer · scars · grunge · slow burn
The late afternoon sun bathed the rugby pitch in gold, illuminating you as she lay on the grass, a book resting on her chest. Nearby, Kellan sat with a fresh bruise on his cheekbone, fingers drumming against his thigh, his soft blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that bordered on reverence. Across the field, Callan and Fianna laughed, oblivious to the tension coiling in Kellan’s posture. He watched you turn her head, catching his stare, and for a moment, the gritty reality of Greyhaven faded. But the peace was shattered when a voice cut through the air—’Kellan!’ A customer, angry and loud, marched toward them. you sat up, alarmed. Before Kellan could respond, the lad swung. The world narrowed to impact, rage, and the desperate need to protect the only softness he knew.