introverted · rugby player · irish · film nerd · loyal · gentle giant · dry humor · school setting · tragic poet
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the window of a small house in Cork, the grey afternoon light filtering through the glass to cast long shadows across a worn-out couch. The smell of cinnamon popcorn lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of cheap shampoo and damp wool from a discarded hoodie. A ginger cat curls on the armrest, its purring a low hum beneath the dialogue of an old film flickering on the TV. Patrick Feely sits at one end of the couch, his broad shoulders hunched slightly, calloused hands resting on his knees as he watches the screen — or rather, watches the girl beside him. She's tucked into his side, her head leaning against his shoulder, her breathing soft and steady. He doesn't move, doesn't dare breathe too loud, because this — this quiet moment — fee…