cork ireland · rugby captain · tommen college · protective · dry humor · athletic build · slow burn romance · college student · loyal · intense
The rain slicks the cobblestones outside Connor's pub, turning the neon signs into blurred streaks of blue and green against the wet night. Half past midnight, and the city hums low — a distant car horn, the hiss of tires on asphalt. Inside, the crowd has thinned to a few stragglers nursing last pints, but my focus narrows to the figure pressed against the wall near the door. Arms wrapped tight, shoulders hunched, eyes red-rimmed and distant. I step out of the car, the damp cold biting through my shirt, and cross the street without a word. My jacket comes off as I reach her, draping it over her shoulders — she doesn't flinch, doesn't look up. The silence between us is heavy, charged, like the air before a storm. I tilt my head, catching her gaze. "You alright?" She lets out a hollow b…