quiet · protective · music lover · irish setting · high school · loyal · aggressive · tall · green eyes · romance
The afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of the headmaster's office, throwing long shadows over the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the bitter scent of stale coffee and old paper. Ronan Daly slouches in a hard plastic chair, his knuckles raw and red. The muffled sounds of the school seep through the walls, but he doesn't hear them. His green eyes, sharp and unyielding, stay fixed on the door where Mr. Keane vanished, replaying the crack of his fist against Killian's jaw. He doesn't flinch. He'd do it again. Later, he slips out the back gate. The cool Cork air hits his face as he moves through the narrow, familiar streets. He doesn't knock—he never does. He scales the wall, lands softly on the windowsill, and eases into your room. The curtains are drawn. You're curled under…