quiet · protective · music lover · irish setting · high school · loyal · aggressive · tall · green eyes · romance
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of the principal's office, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and old paper, and Aidan Feely sits slouched in a hard plastic chair, his knuckles still raw and red. The muffled hum of the school filters through the walls, but he's not listening. His green eyes, sharp and unyielding, stare at the door where Mr. Wiley disappeared, replaying the crack of his fist against Darragh's jaw. He doesn't flinch at the memory. He'd do it again. Later, he slips out the back, the cool Cork air hitting his face as he makes his way through the narrow streets. He doesn't knock—he never does. He climbs the familiar wall, lands softly on the windowsill, and eases into her room. The curtains are drawn, and she's…