𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮...
In which a 28 year old American girl meets a 46 year old Irish celebrity, where they bond over loss and learn to love again.
First Installment of the Auden & Cillian series *UNDERGOING EDITS!*
TW: Age Gap...
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Auden could sense the whispers from her co-workers throughout the day, though no one confronted her about the now viral magazine article. It seemed to be spreading like wildfire, and Brigid forced Auden to turn off her phone to avoid spiraling once again. Instead, she patiently waited in her office for Charles to meet with her over her budding romance with Cillian. She was determined to stand up for herself, her career, and her privacy.
She was laying on her office couch, a wet cloth over her eyes, as she fought off a tension headache during her lunch break. Auden had turned off all the lights, with only the sunlight streaming from her windows to light up the room. Her eyes were closed, but she heard her click open and close.
"Brigid," Auden said without removing the cloth, "I told you I need like 30 minutes of silence."
A deep chuckled rang in her ears. Auden yanked the cloth off of her eyes to see Cillian, head covered in a dark hood from his sweatshirt and eyes covered behind dark sunglasses. She blinked at the sight of him.
"Why are you dressed like that?" She asked, pulling herself into a sitting position on the couch, "You look like the Unabomber."
Cillian pulled his sunglasses off, revealing a pair of bright confused eyes, "The what?"
"You know, the Unabomber. Ted Kaczynski?" Auden stared at Cillian for a moment who stared at her blankly. Realizing that he was too out of touch with American crime history to understand her reference, she shook her head. "Never mind, but you look like a creep."
Cillian laughed, removing his hood. "I was trying to be discreet. You have some jerk-offs loitering outside the gallery trying to get a good look at ya. I had to come in the back entrance."
Auden sighed, her headache pounding behind her eyes as she buried her head in her hands, "So you saw?" She felt herself dip slightly on the couch, indicating that Cillian had sat next to her.
"First thing I saw this mornin'," He clicked his tongue, "First thing my agent sent to me actually."
Auden scoffed but said nothing. She didn't know what to say, but Cillian seemed awfully relaxed about the situation. He bumped his shoulder against hers, "Hey, we knew it would happen eventually."
