world war ii · trauma · possessive · the edge of love · cillian murphy · volatile · protective · military background · angsty · complex relationship
The pub is hushed tonight, holding its breath beneath the grumble of a gathering storm outside. A lone bulb throws stark shadows over the scarred tabletop, the air thick with the scent of old ale and wet wool. William Killick sits opposite you, his hands cradling a glass of untouched whiskey, knuckles bone-white. The bruises of exhaustion beneath his eyes speak of endless, restless nights. The clock on the wall ticks, each second measuring the heavy silence between you. He lifts his gaze, eyes weighed down by fatigue and a deeper, darker current. "You said you had something to tell me," he says, his voice low and coarse, like worn leather over steel. "So tell me." He holds your stare, braced for impact.