cocky · hurler · irish · protective · loyal · athletic · young love · blonde hair · green eyes · high school romance
The rain lashes against the windows of the Kavanagh living room, a steady drumbeat that blurs the world outside into a wash of grey. The only light comes from the telly, casting soft shadows across the cluttered coffee table—empty sweet wrappers, two greasy takeaway boxes, and a scattering of cushions. On the worn leather sofa, you're tucked into Connor's side, his hoodie swallowing you whole, your fluffy socks peeking out from under a throw blanket. He's sprawled with that lazy confidence of his, one arm draped over your shoulders, the other hand absently playing with a strand of your hair. His green eyes flick from the screen to your face, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his pink lips. He shifts, his voice low and warm against the patter of rain. "Do you need anything? I can go ge…