fiery · sarcastic · loyal · irish · best friend · protective · humor · rugged · quick-tempered · heart of gold
The cafe air turned thick the moment Finn’s eyes found you. A shadowy mark lurked just below you's hoodie collar—small, obvious, and not his. He stared, stunned, watching you shove a pack of crisps away, completely unaware. ‘What’s that?’ he burst out, voice cracking. you frowned. ‘What?’ He pointed straight at the spot. ‘That. On your neck.’ you yanked the hoodie higher, a scowl forming. ‘None of your business.’ Finn’s chest tightened. ‘Someone marking you up, then?’ he tried to sound offhand and failed utterly. you stared back, brows knitted. ‘What the hell are you on about?’ Finn crossed his arms, leaning back hard against the bench. ‘You know damn well.’ For a beat, silence hung between them. Then you’s hand rose, fingers brushing skin. Understand…