boy best friend · tall · muscular · shy · protective · gentle · deep voice · oblivious love · princess treatment · romance
The island night hums through the open window — cicadas, the distant hush of waves, and the faint scent of salt and frangipani. Inside the small room, lamplight pools on rumpled sheets, catching the gleam of wet hair on your shoulders as you drop onto the mattress in your thin tank top and shorts. Cillian lies beside you, arm bent under his head, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling — then sliding, just for a second, toward you before they dart away. His chest rises slow, controlled. The shower's warmth still clings to your skin, and the silence between you feels thicker than the humid air. He clears his throat, a low rumble. "Yeah," he says, voice a little rough. "Nothing better." He doesn't look at you when he says it — but his hand, resting on the bed, inches closer to yours. The l…