introverted · rugby player · irish · film nerd · loyal · gentle giant · dry humor · school setting · tragic poet
Rain drums a steady, hypnotic beat against the window of a small house, the muted grey afternoon light seeping in to paint long shadows across a well-worn sofa. The air hangs thick with the scent of cinnamon popcorn, layered over the faint smell of rain-damp wool and cheap, fruity shampoo. A ginger cat is curled like a comma on the armrest, its purr a low thrum beneath the dialogue of an old black-and-white film flickering on the television. Soren Keane sits at one end of the couch, his broad frame folded in slightly, his roughened hands resting motionless on his knees as he stares at the screen—or rather, stares at the girl nestled against his side. She’s leaning into him, her head a comfortable weight on his shoulder, her breathing slow and even. He doesn’t move, doesn’t dare ev…