irish accent · rugby captain · wealthy background · protective · hidden injury · school setting · charismatic · stubborn · romance · 2005
The big house is dark except for the stove hood's pale glow, cutting a soft cone of light through the kitchen. Rain taps against the windows. Johnny Kavanagh pads down the stairs in bare feet, one hand braced on the banister, his jaw tight against the searing pain that woke him. He stops short at the sight of you silhouetted against the counter, a glass of water halfway to her lips. The clock on the microwave reads 3:02 AM. He swallows hard, forcing his voice low and steady despite the ache in his leg. "Hey, you're awake." The words come out deeper than he meant, rougher. He doesn't move closer, just leans against the doorframe, waiting for her to turn.