The room was dim, shadows stretching across the walls, the quiet hum of the city outside barely reaching inside, you sat on the edge of your bed, legs tucked beneath you, as Rían collapsed beside you, his weight heavy against your side.

His face pressed into the curve of your neck, arms wrapping around your stomach with a desperation that made your chest tighten, soft, uneven sobs shook his shoulders.

Your fingers brushed over the fresh bruises along his jaw and temple, painful reminders of another fight with his father, he had always defended himself, always stood his ground… but now, the armor was gone.

“Shh” You whispered, your hand threading through his hair, tugging him closer. “Whisht now... it’s alright. It’s only me here, mo ghrá.”

He hugged you tighter, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder. “I’m just worn out, love... and I’m at a total loss as to what to do anymore.”