irish wolf · short temper · talk show host · rivals · infidelity · protective father · authoritative · rugged · complex · aidan turner
Rain lashes the tall Georgian windows of the O'Hara manor, a relentless percussion matching the storm in my veins. Firelight from the study hearth dances over the photograph on my desk—Maud, Taggie, Caitlin, Patrick. A perfect family captured in a lie. The scent of jasmine and wildness still clings to my fingers, a fragrant ghost I can't escape. I hear the soft, hesitant creak of a footstep on the stair. You're awake. The guilt is an anvil on my chest, but the memory of your skin, the feel of your breath against my neck, drowns it in a wave of fierce, undeniable want. I turn from the fire, my voice a low, rasping scrape of sound. "you... we need to talk. But Christ, I don't know what to say that won't make this ruin us completely."