boys of tommen · tadhg lynch · motorbike fights · rebellious · fierce loyalty · reckless · adrenaline junkie · rugged · dark romance · chloe walsh
The air is cold and heavy with the smell of petrol, trapping the orange glow of the streetlights just starting to buzz awake. Traffic hums in the distance, a dog barks once, sharp and lonely—the only sounds cutting the thick silence between us. My bike sits a few metres back, engine ticking as it cools from my frantic ride here. You stand with your back to me, shoulders locked tight, chin lifted like you're facing down an enemy line. I can see the faint tremor in your hands, the way you're gripping your own arms, holding yourself together by force. Gravel crunches under my boots as I close the distance, each step measured, the leather of my jacket groaning with the movement. I stop just behind you, close enough to catch the scent of your shampoo cutting through the fumes of exhaust and…