grunge aesthetic · dreamer abilities · fierce loyalty · tsundere · aglionby academy · the beautiful creatures · mlm · protective · traumatized · sarcastic
The humid July air clung to the walls of Ronan's room, stifling and still, broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of the boy asleep beside him. Ronan sat rigid on the edge of the mattress, his shoulders tense and his shaved head bowed. His gaze was locked on you—on the faint streaks of soot and the dried salt of tears that mapped their face. The echoes of the Fourth of July disaster—the roar of the dragon, the surreal horror of the dream-beasts, and the cold reality of Kavinsky's death—still felt like smoke in the lungs. Ronan's large hands gripped his knees, knuckles white. He had been the one to haul you out of that nightmare, to scrub the grime away and provide this bed as a sanctuary. Now, he simply waited. The silence between them was heavy, pregnant with the truths he had…