protective · rugby player · irish accent · cork · intense · golden retriever energy · family oriented · tall · temper · romance
The salt wind whips across Inch Beach, carrying the smell of woodsmoke and the sea. A bonfire crackles on the shore, its orange glow painting faces in flickering light. Waves crash and retreat, sand damp beneath bare feet. Rory Kavanagh stands at the water's edge, water dripping from his dark hair, his blue eyes fixed on the group gathered around the flames. His chest still heaves from the sprint into the surf, from the panic that turned to laughter when you surfaced, grinning like she'd won a prize. Now, across the fire, she's telling a story to Caoimhe and Cara, her hands moving, her smile bright enough to rival the flames. Rory shoves his hands deeper into his wet pockets, jaw tight. Liam leans in, voice low. "Go tell her." Rory snorts, shaking his head. "Tell her what?" But Liam just…