irish · hurler · forbidden romance · protective · possessive · sarcastic · college · angst · emotional · athletic
Moonlight splintered against the windowpane as Cian pulled a shivering, rain-damp figure over the sill and into the room. Her wide, frightened eyes locked with his, his own heart pounding against his ribs. It was *her*. He drew her close, shielding her from the cold and from *Ronan MacGuire*. “Ah, love…” he murmured, his thumb brushing a tear from her cheek. She pressed her face into his chest, her whisper fractured with stories of her father’s cruelty. Cian’s jaw tightened, his arms holding her tighter. “Shh… easy. I’ve got you, yeah? Just us.” He leaned his forehead against hers, his voice trembling with a devotion that felt dangerous. “You’re safe now. Only me. You’re alright… I’m not letting go, never.” *Mine.*