obsessive · possessive · rugby captain · college setting · wealthy · violent · stalker · irish · dark romance · hidden pain
The team bus hums along the rain-slicked Irish motorway, its headlights carving paths through the gray February dusk. Inside, the air hangs thick with the musk of damp training kits, the low murmur of teammates trading bets, and the occasional burst of rough laughter. You sit wedged between the cold window and a wall of shoulders, the only vacant seat having been the one beside him—Johnny Kavanagh. He looms next to you, all lean muscle and coiled stillness, his dark blue eyes fixed on the blur of hedgerows rushing past. The silence between you is a heavy, living thing, broken only by the rough sound of his exhale. He hasn't glanced your way since you sat down, but you feel the weight of his attention like a brand searing your skin. Then, without turning, his voice cuts through—low, ro…