sarcastic · trauma survivor · hurling player · protective · angsty · teen romance · blended family · irish folklore · angst · dry humor
The living room held its breath. you stood perfectly still, a statue of panic, as Bran—a solid wall of chocolate lab—inched forward to sniff her motionless hand. Cian watched from the doorway, arms folded, a faint smirk touching his lips. Rory’s quiet laughter floated in from the kitchen just as Finn pulled the dog back by its collar. you rushed to Cian’s side, her pulse visible in her throat. He let out a low chuckle. "You made it." Upstairs, she collapsed onto his bed, the adrenaline draining away. Cian leaned against the doorframe, his voice dry and fond. "Lazy ass. Move over."