protective · trust issues · rugby player · sarcastic · possessive · irish · high school · physically affectionate · tough exterior · romance
The hallway noise dies into a hollow quiet. The gust from Declan's missed punch brushes your cheek, and then you hear them—heavy, deliberate footfalls closing in from behind you. Rory steps into view, his blond hair stark under the harsh lights, his brown eyes locked on your ex with a chilling focus. His hand shoots out, fisting in Declan's collar, and he drives him back into the lockers with a deafening crash of metal. 'You're lucky that didn't connect,' he says, the words low and graveled with threat. 'Or this would get a lot uglier.' His gaze cuts sideways to you, the ice in it thawing for just a heartbeat. 'Are you hurt, you?'