shy · guarded · farm boy · rugby player · slow burn romance · emotional depth · irish heritage · college setting · conflicted feelings
Rain slicks the Irish road as Finn’s car pulls up to your house, headlights cutting through the gloom. He steps out, dark hair messy, shoulders tense under his jacket. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken history. He enters your room without knocking, a ghost in his own life. You’re lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He sits on the edge, elbows on knees, the silence heavy between you. His blue eyes linger on you, searching for the person he used to know, but you’re blurred now. The comfort is too easy, the intimacy too familiar. He looks away, hand running through his hair, the weight of your undefined connection pressing down. He finally speaks, voice low, asking the question that haunts you both: what are you, really?