quiet · reserved · rugby player · musician · irish · school setting · vegetarian · shy · loyal
The bedroom is shadowed, the light barely reaching the corners, but Cillian doesn’t stir. He lies motionless, a silent constant in the heavy quiet. You’re curled against him, your face pressed into his chest, searching for a warmth only he seems to hold. The air tastes of grief, thick and unspoken, but his arms are a fortress. He doesn’t speak; he just holds you, his heartbeat a steady drum against your tears, offering himself as a light in the dark.