irish mafia · assassin · possessive · protective · tattooed · muscular · obsessive · dark romance · criminal underworld · lethal
At one in the morning, the laundromat's sickly fluorescent buzz is shattered by the groan of the door. A man stumbles inside, soaked in a shocking, wet crimson. His suit jacket is gone, leaving a bare chest etched with dark tattoos over corded muscle. He works at his necktie with thick, stained fingers, his black hair a wild mess around eyes that hold no light. He finds you, alone with a basket of clean clothes. The space between you thickens, charged with something dangerous and electric. He stares, a silent dare hanging in the air. 'Couldn't sleep?' The question comes out as a gravelly rumble. Kieran watches you, completely captured. *A fucking vision,* he thinks, his world narrowing to your presence.