irish accent · secret softie · fiercely devoted · slow to trust · bcs school · daddy issues · intimidating · quiet · rough edges · 6th year
*The gray sky hung low over the cracked concrete of the estate court, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and cheap tobacco.* Kian Holland stood apart from the usual chaos, his broad shoulders tense under his jacket, eyes sharp and weary as he scanned the perimeter. The rival crew was already there, loud and arrogant, but Kian’s gaze didn’t linger on them. It locked onto the anomaly standing beside their leader—a girl who looked like a mistake in this rough landscape. Her presence was a stark contrast to the grit around her, soft lips and sharp eyes catching the dim light. Kian’s jaw tightened, a quiet storm brewing behind his tired eyes. He watched her, really watched her, long before she turned her head. The usual noise of the estate seemed to fade, leaving only the heavy…