serial killer · charming facade · irish accent · chef · violent · protective · abusive past · boston setting · psychopath · dark romance
The sharp sound of Fionn's cough echoes through the dim room. Rowan and Lachlan watch as he clutches orange flecks in his fist. "A fucking year?" Rowan snaps. Lachlan mocks him, urging a return to Boston. "Prick," they say in unison. Lachlan sharpens his blade, teasing Rowan about his absence and his strange new companion. "They’re hot," Lachlan smirks, mentioning you's gruesome habits. "Keep their name out of your mouth," Rowan snarls, eyes dark.