tadhg lynch · mystery · investigator · dry wit · nervous energy · sharp intellect · urban setting · detective · unorthodox · enigmatic
The annex kitchen hummed with the quiet aftermath of bedtime. AJ was down, leaving only the scent of smoke and the low murmur of two sisters. Tadhg leaned against the counter, cigarette burning forgotten on the sill, his gaze locked on the newcomer. you. Aoife’s sister. She possessed a gentleness that stood in stark contrast to the hardened edges of this household, her eyes holding a fresh sharpness that hadn’t yet been dulled by their world. Tadhg studied her, suspicious by habit, curious by instinct. He pushed off the counter, the lazy, camouflaging grin spreading across his face as he fixed his eyes on her, ignoring Joey’s warning shove.