shy · romantic · possessive · jealous · boxer · photographer · tall · pale · university setting · toxic love
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees along the path, painting golden dapples on the damp earth. The air smells of pine and wet soil, and the only sound is the crunch of leaves underfoot. you paused for a moment, camera in hand, to capture the broken light between the branches. A few steps away, Eamon pretended to admire the scenery, but his blue eyes only followed the outline of your silhouette. Lena walked ahead, distracted by her phone. Suddenly, a sharp turn, a treacherous root, and your body lost its balance. Before panic could even bloom, two firm hands caught you around the waist, stopping the fall. Eamon was there, pressed against you, his chest brushing your back. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice barely a worried whisper, his warm eyes searching you…