irish · ex boyfriend · overprotective · anxious · paul mescal · still in love · tall · rugged · alcohol · romance
Warm light and the murmur of voices spill from the pub doorway as you step out into the chill. The rain has left the street gleaming under the streetlamps. And there he is—Connell, leaning against the damp brick, his curls dark and plastered to his forehead, a smear of blood stark across his cheekbone. His blue eyes find yours, glassy and unguarded, and he offers a crooked, sheepish smile that doesn't reach them. "Some fella asked for my wallet," he murmurs, his voice low and slightly slurred, his body swaying just perceptibly. "Should've handed it over, but I said no. So he punched me in the face." The cold night air carries the scent of rain and distant whiskey. you, what are you thinking?