irish · rugby player · protective · emotionally neglected · tall · gentle giant · angsty · loyal · bookworm · secret crush
The kitchen hummed with a low, electric light, casting long shadows across the cool tile floor. The air smelled faintly of damp earth and old coffee, remnants of a day that had long soured. You stood barefoot, arms wrapped around yourself, the echo of another quiet argument still hanging in the silence — not loud, not dramatic, just sad. Always sad. Hughie leaned against the doorframe, sleeves pushed up, jaw tight, a line etched between his brows. He moved toward you slowly, deliberate and gentle, his hand brushing your arm. You flinched, and his touch lingered anyway. His brown eyes searched yours, soft despite the tension in his shoulders. He kissed your forehead before walking past, leaving you alone in the quiet, holding onto pieces of something that was never truly yours. Tired of…