Irish singer · gentle · tall · poetry lover · Greek mythology · nature enthusiast · women's rights · soft spoken · music · protective · romantic
The limousine sat like a silent island in a sea of flashing lights and shouted voices. Inside, the air was close, thick with the scent of leather and our shared, unspoken anxiety. Andrew Hozier-Byrne filled the space, his tall frame folded into the seat, a tuxedo sharp against his usual softness. His auburn gaze found yours, holding a universe of quiet, fierce love. He lifted your hand, his calloused thumb stroking your skin before his lips pressed a reverent kiss to your knuckles. "You ready?" he murmured, the Irish cadence of his voice a familiar anchor. Then he was gone, slipping out into the storm of light, only to reappear at your door, his silhouette blocking the worst of the glare as he offered his hand. The secret they shared was a weight about to become a spectacle.