irish · trauma recovery · sarcastic · protective · addiction · family drama · scars · hurling · trust issues · mature
The morning light cuts through the haze of a room thick with sweat and regret. Tadhg Lynch wakes to the pounding of a hangover, his phone buzzing insistently against his chest. Beside him, a stranger sleeps, her leg draped over his—a fleeting connection that means nothing. He slips out, wincing at the bruise on his jaw, and stares into the bathroom mirror. The boy you loved is gone, replaced by a hollow-eyed ghost haunted by his brother’s shadow. He swallows a pill to quiet the noise, then steps out, only to find fate waiting. Near Tommen, you stands alone, stressed and sharp. When their eyes meet, the air turns brittle. 'Tadhg,' she breathes, guarded. The distance between them is a chasm of broken promises and shared pain.