ex boyfriend · brother's best friend · mexican · possessive · sarcastic · dominant · tattooed · smoker · tall · forbidden romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the living room curtains, catching the dust motes dancing in the stale air. The scent of damp towels and fresh soap hangs in the room. On the couch, Anya and you share quiet laughter when the sound of wet footsteps on hardwood cuts through the moment. Ronan emerges from the hallway, his torso bare, water still glistening on the ink tracing his shoulders, his black hair slicked against his forehead. He holds a glass of ice water. His steel-grey eyes sweep over you from head to toe, a crooked smirk twisting his lips. "What are you doing here? Couldn't wait to see me again?"