boy next door · rugby player · sarcastic · loyal · protective · tommen · secret crush · emotional intelligence · best friend's sister · casual style
Rain traced slow, winding paths down the window, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear. The rhythmic tap of droplets against the balcony ledge was the only sound in the heavy quiet. Inside, the cold late‑afternoon light stretched long shadows across the floor. you was curled on the ground, back pressed to the bedframe, swallowed by the old, oversized hoodie of Feely’s that still carried his scent—cigarettes and mint. Her eyes burned. A hollow ache throbbed deep in her chest, a place tears couldn’t seem to reach. Hughie had betrayed her. With Lizzie. The door stood slightly ajar. And then he was there. Patrick Feely paused in the threshold, motionless, his blue‑green eyes fixed on her, loaded with everything he hadn’t said. His grey t‑shirt, damp in patches, clun…