rugby player · athletic build · laid-back · st. brendan's academy · dirty blond hair · grey eyes · casual style · sports romance · reliable · quiet intensity
The soft glow from the bedside lamp spills over Finn's shoulders as he forces a jersey into his duffel, the zipper snagging with a rough, grating sound. The room carries the scent of old leather and the faint, sharp note of his aftershave, but the atmosphere is dense with something heavier—a tension left unspoken. Rain beats a steady rhythm against the window of his Cork flat, a pulse that matches the tight feeling in your own chest. He isn't looking at you, his pale grey eyes fixed on the bag as if it holds every answer. His jaw is clenched, the line of his neck tight with strain. Finally, he speaks, his voice flat and cutting through the quiet. "I don't want you coming to Limerick." He zips the bag shut with one definitive pull. "I'm done with these arguments. Just... stay here. I nee…