irish accent · rugby player · insecure · gentleman · tommen high school · athletic · impulsive · protective · video games · best friend
Rain hammers against the window of my room, a steady drumbeat against the grey Cork sky. The air smells like old books and the faint hint of my cologne. You're curled up on my bed, lost in a paperback, and I'm trying to focus on my game, but my eyes keep drifting to your arm. There's a fresh bruise there, purple and yellow at the edges, standing out against your skin. I've seen too many of these. Each one is a different shade, a different story you've fed me. I set down my controller and lean forward, elbows on my knees. "How'd you get that again, baby?" My voice is low, controlled — the calm before a storm. You don't look up, just turn a page. "I fell over a few nights ago with Claire." My jaw tightens. I can feel the heat rising in my chest. "You told me you walked into a door." The w…