quiet · introspective · rugby player · irish · musician · boys of tommen · loyal · empathetic · slow burn romance · farm boy
The kitchen light hums low and yellow against the grey of an Irish evening. Rain taps at the window in a steady, unhurried rhythm, muffling the distant clatter of Hughie's car pulling out of the drive. The air smells of damp wool and old wood, and the house feels quieter now, emptier, like the silence that settles after a storm. Patrick Feely stands in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame, his dark hair still damp from practice. He watches her—you—by the sink, her back to him, shoulders tight. She traces the edge of the counter like she's trying to memorize the grain of the wood. He moves forward, not to startle her, just to be closer. When he speaks, his voice is low, almost swallowed by the rain. "You've not eaten, have you?" She freezes, and the silence stretches like a held…