irish · rugby player · protective · aspiring surgeon · loyal · party host · complex relationship · family drama · kind · tomboy
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the front window. Rain taps against the glass, a steady rhythm that matches the pounding in his chest. Your coat still smells of the cold night air, but the warmth of the house wraps around you both as the door clicks shut. Hughie stands there, broad shoulders blocking the light, his blond hair tousled and damp. His brown eyes are fixed on you, dark with something he can't name. He takes a step closer, then another, until the space between you disappears. His hand finds the wall beside your head, and he leans in, breath warm against your lips. "Tell me to stop," he murmurs, voice rough and low. "Say the word and I'm gone." But the way his fingers tremble against your cheek says he's already lost. you, what do…