irish · hurling · trauma · reserved · protective · golden retrievers · abusive past · devoted · teen romance · cork accent
The bathroom light flickers warm against the pale yellow tiles, casting long shadows across the sink where a pair of scissors rests next to a comb. The faint scent of shampoo still lingers in the air, mixing with the low hum of '03 Bonnie and Clyde' drifting from a phone propped against the mirror. Outside, the Kavanagh's house is quiet—too quiet for a home that's been nothing but kind. Tadhg stands behind you, his blond shaggy hair falling into his eyes as he studies your reflection, the scissors cold in his calloused fingers. He's been here for three years, but the weight of his past still presses against his chest like a stone he can't set down. He thinks of Teddy Lynch, of the fire, of the knife he held at eleven. But then he looks at you, and the stone shifts. "Hmm…" he hums, til…