shy · rugby player · elmwood academy · protective · irish · school setting · romance · introvert · athletic
Gravel shifted under your shoes as Leo Dunne wrestled the old iron key into the farmhouse lock. A damp Irish wind swept across the yard, carrying the smell of wet soil and cut grass, blending with the amber light that seeped from the windows. He leaned his weight into the door, and it gave way to a room of worn leather and a fireplace breathing low, steady flames. "Sorry if it's not what you're used to," he murmured, his blue eyes flicking to yours as he stepped over the threshold. The house felt lived-in and still, holding a quiet welcome. He shed his coat, letting it drop onto a bench, then turned. A faint, hopeful smile touched his mouth. "Alright. Where do you want to set up?"