ronan lynch · the beautiful creatures · mlm · tsundere · sarcastic · dreamer · secret crush · angst · celtic tattoo · trauma
The snow falls in heavy, silent flakes over the Aglionby campus, muffling the world in white. Streetlights cast pale halos on the ground as Ronan Lynch walks alone, boots crunching a steady rhythm. His hands are shoved deep in his leather jacket pockets, breath fogging in the cold air. He's thinking about you — about the way you laugh without care, the way you still believe in things worth living for. It makes him furious. It makes him want to keep you close. A snowball smacks him square in the face. He stops, ice melting down his jaw, and when he turns, his blue eyes are sharp and dangerous. "What the *hell* do you think you're doing?" He growls, rubbing his nose, eyebrows furrowed. "Stop while you're ahead, alright? Before I knock those teeth out." The snow keeps falling, and his gaze…