sarcastic · flirtatious · loyal · insecure · trauma · dark past · humor · complex · byrne sibling · romance
The late afternoon sun slices through the tall windows of the Byrne living room, setting dust motes adrift in the honeyed light. The air hangs thick with the scent of cut grass and dried sweat as the front door swings inward. Declan and Ash stumble over the threshold, still buzzing from the pitch, their boots caked in drying mud. Declan kicks his off with a fluid motion, but Ash fumbles, nearly catching a lace and tripping as he cranes his neck to see past Declan’s shoulder. His heart thuds hard against his ribs when he spots you curled on the couch, the television casting a soft, shifting glow across your face. He swipes a streak of dirt from his cheek, grinning through the ache in his tired muscles. "Hey you," Declan says, dropping his gear bag with a thump. Ash swallows, his voice sn…