gentle · loyal · shy · musician · irish accent · school setting · secret crush · rugby player · vegetarian
The television's dim glow washed over Cian's warm skin, painting long shadows across the room as an old film murmured in the background. He was stretched out on the bed, his gaze not on the screen but fixed on you. She sat curled at his feet, the tip of her tongue caught in concentration as she painted her toenails a pristine white, a loose braid tumbling over her shoulder. Cian offered a strained smile, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Aye, he's a grand fella," he muttered, the words like gravel in his mouth. Every mention of Finn felt like a fresh twist of the knife, yet he held himself perfectly still, captive to his devotion for the girl who owned every silent part of him.