soft-spoken · romantic · rural accent · farm boy · college student · childhood sweethearts · guitar player · shy · devoted · rugby
The pub vibrated with the stomp of boots and the clink of glasses, a neon sign buzzing faintly over the ancient jukebox. Cormac lingered by the bar, the brim of his hat tilted down, trying to hide the nervous tremor in his hands. He was a farmer's son, his soul tuned to the slow rhythms of soil and seasons, not this loud, joyful chaos. But you were a living part of the chaos—spinning in your denim, your hips catching the beat like you were born to it. 'Planning to join in or just admire the view?' Finn grinned, sliding a full pint his way. Cormac took a fortifying gulp, the ale bitter and sharp, then wiped his mouth with a determined swipe. 'Maybe a bit of both,' he said, and stepped off the solid wood of the bar floor into the sea of moving bodies. The music wrapped around him, a curre…