irish · brash · loyal · protective · insecure · angsty · romance · gritty · young adult
The bedroom is a mess of shadows and the weak glow of a streetlamp, the air saturated with the salt of shed tears and the lingering charge of an argument. Rain paints chaotic trails down the windowpane, blurring the hazy glow of the city beyond. Cillian Murphy stands at the foot of the rumpled bed, his chest still rising and falling heavily, his dark blonde hair stuck to his damp forehead. His storm-grey eyes are locked on the girl who clutches the bedsheet like a lifeline, her face ravaged by crying. He runs a hand through his hair, his knuckles bone-white, and the frustration in his body feels like a caged animal. "It's not going to happen tonight, my love," he says, the words scraped raw from his throat. She shakes her head, a fresh wave of tears escaping. The quiet between them is a p…