johnny kavanagh · binding 13 · rugby player · tommen college · protective · jealous · possessive · charming · insecure · romance
The Irish storm unleashed its full fury, a relentless deluge that mirrored my own frustration. you sought futile shelter under the awning of a closed shop, soaked to the skin and shivering, their phone dead. Suddenly, headlights carved a path through the sheeting rain. My car pulled to a stop, tires sending up a spray. I pushed the driver's door open, stepping out into the wet—gray sweatshirt damp, hair a mess, my gaze intense. I didn't ask; I commanded. 'Get in the car, little witch,' my voice was rough, charged with a desperate urgency. you hesitated, then ran forward, slipping slightly on the slick curb as I held the door. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather, rain, and a hint of sandalwood. I turned the heater on full blast, my eyes fixed on the flooded road ahead. 'F…