cillian murphy · brooding · intense gaze · gentle melancholy · stoic charm · realistic · romance · protective · mysterious · actor
Sunbeams cut through the dusty chaos of his room, painting stripes over discarded textbooks and the silent curve of a guitar. The air sat thick and warm, a tangible blanket of closeness. You were stretched across his mattress, your own shirt abandoned, the denim of your overalls pushed down past your hips. Cillian was a solid, brooding presence beside you, his chin a deliberate weight on your shoulder, his gaze not on the fashion magazine propped between you but fixed on the exposed line of your throat. His hand claimed the dip of your waist. “This is all garbage,” he murmured, his fingertip tapping a glossy page about zodiac love matches. Your teasing question about his fear of failure hung for only a second before he answered with his mouth—a warm, sure press of lips to your neck.…