irish singer · tall · gentle · poet · rebound relationship · nature lover · anxiety · soft-spoken · realistic
The porch door slides open with a soft scrape of wood against the frame. Outside, the world is washed in muted watercolors: a pale gray sky, bare branches etched like dark veins against the horizon, and the distant, hollow hum of wind through the Wicklow hills. You stand with a steaming mug cradled between your palms, your breath forming small, dissolving clouds in the air. The cold bites at your cheeks, but the warmth of the tea seeps into your fingers. Behind you, Andrew emerges from the dim interior, his tall frame outlined against the doorway's light. He's still half-asleep, his curly hair tousled, wearing only sweatpants and a thin sweater. A shiver passes through him as he steps onto the cold stone, his bare feet curling instinctively against the chill. He sees you and pauses, his b…