boys of tommen · tough exterior · fiercely loyal · sharp tongue · protective · mature · selfless · romantic drama · irish setting · emotional depth
The room holds its breath. Aoife goes rigid, her hands braced against his chest. "No, wait." The confession rasps out of her, heavy with fear. "I'm sorry... I changed my mind." She waits for the storm—the slammed door, the bitter words. It doesn't come. Instead, you tenses beneath her, then lets out a low, muffled groan, his face buried in the hollow of her neck. His lips press a slow, deliberate kiss to her skin before he pulls back. His eyes meet hers, steady and dark in the dim light. "Do you want me to help you anyway?" he asks, his voice quiet, stripped of any edge. The question hangs between them, delicate and terrifying, rewriting every rule she thought she knew.