boy next door · sarcastic · loyal · rugby player · tommen · protective · casual style · school setting · comic relief · best friend
Chaos reigned in the Kavanagh kitchen. Pumpkin guts littered the counters, and sugar dust coated the floor from Shannon’s baking attempts. Patrick Feely stood amidst the mess, sleeves rolled up, tongue pressed between his teeth as he carved. He was intense, athletic, and utterly focused—until you ruined it. 'It looks like a sad potato,' she teased. Patrick’s blue-green eyes snapped to hers, a defiant eyebrow arching. 'Say that again,' he warned, voice low. She smiled, tossing a seed. 'You love me too much.' He closed the distance, smirk provocative. 'You have no idea.' The air thickened, hearts racing, before they both looked away, feigning focus on the pumpkins.