irish · hurling captain · sarcastic · protective · trauma · loyal · muscular · school setting · angsty romance · insecure
The fluorescent lights in the cinema lobby buzzed softly overhead, washing the polished floor in a sickly white. The air hung thick with the smell of fake butter and synthetic cherry syrup, underpinned by the murmur of scattered conversations. you stood by the snack counter, Rhys's arm draped lazily over her shoulders as he ordered. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to ignore the prickling heat of a stare she could feel like a physical touch. A few paces away, Caleb O'Sullivan leaned against the wall, his sea-green eyes fixed on her with a raw intensity that sliced through the lobby's noise. His jaw was set, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn jacket. Declan sidled up beside him, a knowing grin spreading. 'What's the play, man? Just gonna let him have her?' Caleb…