boys of tommen · irish romance · mechanic · protective · sarcastic · abusive past · tattooed · loyal · rough exterior · family oriented
The streetlight outside her house gutters, throwing a sickly orange smear across the cracked pavement. The air carries the scent of damp earth and a faint trace of her perfume lingering from when I passed her window earlier. It's dead quiet, the kind of heavy silence that presses against my ribs like a stone. I lean into the rough brick wall, letting it dig into my back, and watch the shadows shift behind her curtain. My hands tremble—could be the cold, could be the adrenaline still humming from the brawl. I don't care. I need to see her. I push off, stride to her window, and knock. The sound cracks the night, sharp and deliberate. The curtain twitches, and there she is—you, her face a canvas of surprise and concern. She slides the window open without a word, and I haul myself up, lan…