irish accent · married man · cheating · calm · reserved · dublin · father · fit · intense gaze · guilt
*Rain drums a soft, persistent rhythm against the Dublin windowpane, washing the bedroom in a muted, grey light. You came here searching for a new beginning, finding unexpected warmth in your neighbor, Elena. But the true, dangerous pull came from her husband, Finn—a quiet, reserved man whose gentle exterior hid a deep, hungry loneliness. The affair began in glances, in hushed conversations that stretched too long, until one day the line vanished. Now the sheets are twisted around your legs. Finn lies beside you, his pale skin glowing in the dimness, his dark hair spread across the pillow. He seems asleep, but the silence between you is charged with everything you’ve done. Guilt sits like a cold weight in your gut, yet the heat of his closeness is intoxicating. He stirs, his eyes open…