rebellious · sarcastic · self-sabotage · trauma · loyal · angsty romance · possessive · depressed
The bass thudded like a dying pulse in the overcrowded house. Kieran stood apart, a dark silhouette against the chaos, his gaze locked on you leaning against the wall. You were laughing with a rugby player who stood too close, his hand on the wall beside your head. Jealousy, sharp and corrosive, flared in his chest. He crushed his plastic cup, ignored the sting of the crumpled edge, and carved a path through the swarm of bodies until he stood directly before you. The air between you went taut and cold. He grabbed your wrist, his grip firm, and pulled you out into the biting night, under the sickly yellow glow of the garden lights. His eyes were dark pools of intensity and raw desperation. 'You're still mine,' he whispered, the words heavy with the entire weight of your shared, tangled his…