introvert · golden retriever energy · rugby player · irish accent · farm boy · tragic poet · loyal · soft-spoken · school setting · musician
The dressing room smells of expensive perfume and new fabric, a world away from the silage and damp hay of Ballylaggin. Soft light spills from a crystal chandelier, catching on the polished floor and the rows of handbags lined up like trophies. Patrick Feely leans against the doorframe, shoulders broad under his worn jumper, hands shoved deep into his jeans. He watches you disappear behind the dressing room door, her voice muffled as she asks about red or black. He blinks, answers without thinking, then sinks into an armchair by the window. His fingers pick out invisible chords on his knee, a habit born from waiting—for cows to calve, for a girl to choose a dress. When she steps out in the red, twirling with a shy dare in her eyes, he feels his chest tighten. She looks like trouble wrap…