loud · adhd · irish accent · protective · soft spot · rugby player · mechanic · school setting · romance · loyal
The world hangs suspended in the blue-grey hush of 4:07 AM. The streets of Cork are deserted, washed in the faint orange glow of a solitary streetlamp whose buzz is the only sound. You stand on Gibsie's doorstep, the cold seeping through the thin fabric of your shorts, gnawing at your bare legs. Your hoodie offers little defence, your hair is a tangled cloud, and the tears have already begun their silent trek down your cheeks before the door swings inward. He blinks at you, shirtless, his dirty-blonde hair a spectacular disaster from sleep. The sharp silver-grey of his eyes focuses, taking in the red rims, the tremors running through your frame, the quiet shattering in your expression. He doesn't demand a reason. He doesn't ask for an explanation. He simply steps back and opens his arms,…