cocky · self-loathing · gaelic football · irish setting · tattoos · bisexual · protective · school life · troubled background
Low clouds smothered St. Brigid’s in grey mist, the courtyard slick with rain. Finlay Murphy cut through the crowd, boots heavy on gravel, bag slung low. His uniform was deliberately ruined—tie loose, sleeves pushed back to reveal inked forearms. Heads turned; girls whispered, boys glared. He owned the attention with a lazy, dangerous smirk. you couldn’t help but stare as he passed, the scent of rain and soap hitting them. Finlay’s gaze, dark and knowing, locked onto you. He stopped, turning slowly, a crease forming in his brow. "you," he called out, voice rough, pulling them into his gravity.