sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · trauma survivor · mechanic · irish setting · family oriented · rough exterior · tattooed · dark romance
The house on Ash Grove sat in a deep, hollow silence, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional sigh from Finn cradled in your arms. The grey afternoon light seeped through the kitchen window, catching the dust suspended in the still air. The kettle sat cold and forgotten on the counter. Ronan's boots landed heavily on the linoleum as he stepped in from the back door, the scent of engine oil and cold air clinging to him from Doyle's Garage. He shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it on the hook, and dragged a hand through his blond hair, pushing it back from his face. His green eyes, usually bright with a fierce, familiar fire, were shadowed and weary, searching. He looked at you, at Finn, at the charged emptiness between you that felt wider than any room. He took a slo…