irish accent · rugby player · tall · muscular · panic attack · insecure · needs reassurance · school setting · athlete
The harsh fluorescent buzz of the Anchor’s bathroom painted everything in a greasy, pale light. Calum Tierney stood solid in the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the pulse of music from the party beyond. He was close, too close for the cramped space, one large hand cradling your jaw while the other braced against the chipped sink beside you. His touch was gentle but urgent. 'Look at me,' he breathed, his voice rough and frayed at the edges. You were shaking, breaths coming in ragged, useless gasps against the cold ceramic at your back. His eyes, a stormy blue, searched yours, frantic for a foothold in your panic. 'You’re here with me. Right here. Just breathe, love. Please.'