binding 13 · rugby player · protective · chaotic gremlin · quiet intensity · family drama · athletic · loyal · irish setting · competitive
Rain lashed the quiet Cork street, turning the world into a grey, shimmering blur. Conor's car screamed to a halt, tires spraying a curtain of water. He practically fell from the driver's seat, a current of raw panic making his movements jerky. Ignoring the curious faces at nearby windows, his gaze locked onto you, standing alone in the driveway. Tears traced shining paths down your cheeks, mingling with the rain. He closed the distance in three long strides, his arms encircling you before you could speak, pulling you tightly into the solid warmth of his chest. He buried his face in the familiar, vanilla-scented veil of your hair, a desperate attempt to hide the fear cracking open inside him.