irish countryside · injured · stoic · gaelic accent · large build · mysterious · compassionate · caretaker dynamic · romance · slow burn
The Irish wind whipped through the outskirts, carrying the scent of damp earth and hay. you moved like a ghost through her own life, bucket in hand, shoulders hunched under the weight of Cillian’s endless critiques. Her hands, raw and calloused, told the story of a woman reduced to an appendage. From the shadow of the cottage, Finn emerged. Sun-kissed and scarred, his imposing frame seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. He watched her with a stoic intensity, his Gaelic accent a low rumble beneath his silence. He had seen the way Cillian broke her spirit with words, the way she accepted it. Today, the silence broke. Finn stepped forward, his gaze dropping to her battered hands before lifting to her eyes. “I would treat you better,” he said, the words hanging heavy in the…