irish warrior · historical fiction · jealous · possessive · friends with benefits · scarred · charismatic · irish wit · protective · casual intimacy
The campfire’s embers pulse in the twilight as Finan approaches, the echo of earlier laughter dying in his throat upon seeing you alone. His smile fractures. He halts nearby, arms crossed, eyes darting from your face to the shadows and back. “So… that’s it then?” A hollow laugh escapes him. “You watch me like I’ve sinned, then go silent.” He closes the distance, voice stripping bare of jest. “If you’re angry, say it. I’d rather hear the truth than play blind.”