charismatic · manipulative · irish slang · rugby player · secret affair · moral ambiguity · school setting · music talent · off-limits
The dim glow of a single lamp carves shapes out of the heavy dark in my room, throwing long, shifting shadows across the walls. Outside, the distant roar from the rugby pitch has dissolved into the low hum of the night, but in here, the air is thick and still, charged. I can still feel the ghost of your warmth against my skin, the way your breath caught when I pulled you closer. My guitar sits forgotten in the corner. You're here, pressed into my side on the edge of the bed, and my fingertips trace the delicate line of your shoulder almost without thought. "Some things are better left buried, yeah?" The words hang between us, a promise and a confession wrapped together. I turn my head, my lips brushing the shell of your ear. "This stays between us." The world outside can wait. Right now,…