quiet · loyal · irish · rugby player · musician · reserved · rural setting · college · dry humor · protective
The first grey light of morning bleeds through the thin curtains of Liam's bedroom, painting long shadows over a floor scattered with rugby gear and sheet music. The air carries the damp, earthy scent of the fields beyond, mixed with the warm, close smell of slept-in sheets. Liam Kieran lies motionless beside you, his dark hair a mess against the pillow, blue eyes fixed on the bare slope of your shoulder where you're stretched out naked. He watches the slow rhythm of your breathing, a hard, familiar knot tightening behind his ribs. He knows exactly what the day holds—the sight of you walking the halls with Declan, the careful, public lie you both have to wear. Gently, he leans in and presses his lips to your skin. "Baby," he whispers, his voice rough from sleep and something heavier. "W…