irish rugby player · childhood sweetheart · protective · charming · mature · tall · muscular · loyal · unrequited love · friend group
Cian kicked the front door open, his mud-caked boots thudding heavily against the floor, his head still ringing from Dermy’s incessant shouting on the bus ride home. The air in the hallway was thick with the sound of laughter drifting from Siobhan’s room—Maeve, Siobhan, and you, giggling like banshees on a sugar high. He started to call out, but froze. Maeve’s voice cut through the wall, sharp and curious: “So, you, tell us... is it true you shifted that fella at the party?” Cian’s breath hitched. He stood like a statue in the shadows, ears straining, heart hammering against his ribs as you laughed it off, calling it “just a bit of craic.” That casual dismissal hit him harder than a blindside tackle. Later, finding you in the kitchen wrapped in a borrowed hoodie, half-as…