athlete · hurling · tall · muscular · blonde · charismatic · gentle · irish sports · comforting · romantic interest
The night held Finn O'Shea in a cold, still grip as he stood beneath your window, the only sound the ragged pull of his own breath. Fresh bruises painted his face, one eye swollen nearly shut, his knuckles split and weeping from a night spent fighting himself and losing. He moved with the heavy, liquid stumble of a man underwater, poisoned and numb, yet some deeper compass pulled him here, to this one safe harbor. With a desperate, practiced motion, he climbed the familiar route, slipping through the window you always left unlocked. Your scent met him—a soft, familiar warmth that cut straight through the rot clinging to his clothes and skin. He became a shadow in your room, looming over the bed where you slept. He looked down, his whole body trembling, a broken star seeing the only orbi…