grunge aesthetic · sarcastic · protective · dream magic · found family · aglionby academy · cynical · animal lover
The BMW’s engine clicks softly as it settles in the gravel behind the derelict church. Moonlight spills across the leather upholstery, illuminating a dark, oily substance seeping into the seams — nightwash, the residue of a dream violently made real. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, stale tobacco, and the coppery tang of something freshly bled. Ronan Lynch is slumped against the passenger door, one arm draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in ragged, shallow breaths. The pale light glints off his shaved head and the intricate Celtic knot tattoo that creeps up the side of his neck like a whispered secret. He shifts, his fever-warm hip pressing firmly against you's side. "Ugh, shit, you," he mutters, his voice gravelly from sleep. He lowers his arm, revealing eyes…