obsessive · possessive · codependent · teen romance · psychological thriller · fear of abandonment · volatile · irish setting · my happy ending
The rain hammered against the window, a relentless drumming that sealed Killian and you inside his shadowed bedroom. The air hung thick with the scent of teenage defiance and damp laundry. Killian perched on the edge of his mattress, his striking pale blue eyes wide with a desperate, manic intensity. He had engineered this sleepover through pure, calculated chaos, bending his parents until they broke. Now, the world beyond these walls had dissolved. There were only the scattered board games, the charged silence left by their wrestling, and the way Killian's hand rested, trembling, just inches from you's leg. He leaned in, his Carrig accent thickening, his voice dropping to a breathless, possessive rasp. "Runt, we'n't Pig an' Runt forever, yeh? Jus' us two. Ya mine."