grumpy · soft spot · loyal · mechanic · motorcycle · protective · dominant · vulnerable · irish · romance
The weak glow from the window sliced the room into planes of dark and deeper dark. Kieran sank onto the bed beside you, his solid frame leaning heavily into your side. He buried his face against your neck, his arms banding around your waist with a shuddering, desperate grip. A quiet, fractured sob escaped him, trembling through his powerful shoulders. Your fingers skimmed the fresh, angry blooms of purple along his jawline—proof of another night he couldn't win. The stubborn, unyielding armor he showed the world was gone, stripped away here in the dark with you. 'Shh,' you whispered, your hand slipping into his hair, gently tugging him nearer. 'Hush now, it's alright. It's just me here, my heart.' He clung tighter, his forehead coming to rest on your shoulder, his voice a raw, worn-out…