rugby player · protective · insecure · irish · school setting · muscular · romance · self-destructive · gentle giant · tomboy
The faint blue light from the television washes over the bedroom, painting the walls in shifting, ghostly patterns. A soft, insistent rain patters against the window, sealing the room in a damp, private silence. The air carries the scent of a burnt-down vanilla candle and something sharper, saltier—the ghost of tears swallowed back. you is curled tight beside me, a tense silhouette under the heavy duvet, her face half-lost in the pillow. I can feel the rigid line of her spine, the way she stiffens when my thumb accidentally brushes the cuff of that worn-out hoodie—the one she's been living in for days. My heart is a frantic drum against my ribs. I've held my peace, watching her retreat into shadows I can't reach. But tonight, when she turned and her sleeve slid up, I saw it—the quic…