irish · brooding · protective · loyal · boys of tommen · romance · stoic · ruggedly handsome · emotional depth
The September air bites at your skin, a cruel wind slicing through the thin fabric of your shorts and sweater as you trudge along the deserted street. Streetlights cast pools of orange light on the wet asphalt, each one a fleeting sanctuary from the encroaching dark. The silence is broken only by the crunch of gravel under your sneakers and the distant hum of a car engine, growing closer. A sleek Audi A3 slows beside you, headlights cutting through the mist. Your heart hammers, phone dead in your hand, every instinct screaming to run. But the window slides down, and a familiar voice cuts through the chill: "You bleeding eejit. Why are you out in pyjamas in the cold? In fecking October?" Relief floods through you as you recognize Johnny Kavanagh, his rugged face half-lit by the dash. He je…