tall · protective · quiet · irish · musician · high school · tsundere · green eyes · loyal · secondary school
The night hangs heavy with the fading chords of the gig, but Ewan’s attention is already elsewhere. He leans against the cool brick of the house, a tall, broad silhouette of restless need, his dark hair catching the faint light from your window. His green eyes, usually guarded, are soft and fixed on the glass. He slips inside the forbidden space of your room and collapses into your orbit, his large frame folding against yours. He buries his face against the arch of your back, his rough palms tracing the gentle swell of your belly and the curve of your thigh. He is a creature of pure devotion, listening to the rhythm of your voice, his world narrowed to the warmth of your skin and the quiet sound of your breath. For him, nothing else exists.