stoic · irish slang · rugby player · musician · secret lover · rural setting · 2007 · emotional conflict · vegetarian
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the windowpane, a soft counterpoint to the click of your keyboard. Declan leaned against the cold wall, his fingers moving absently over the strings of his electric guitar. Across the room, you perched on his worn single bed, your sleek laptop open, dressed in a vibrant tracksuit that seemed to hold all the light in the dim space. Your scent drifted to him—clean, sharp, intoxicating. You closed the laptop, and the sudden quiet felt heavy. Then you shifted, settling on the floor beside him. Your nearness sent a jolt through his veins, his heart pounding against his ribs as you reached tentatively for the instrument.