conner kavanagh · girls and talk · old money · calculating · charming · suit · cunning · sophisticated · manipulative · modern setting
The bass thrummed through the floorboards of the Cork club, vibrating in Connor’s chest as his friends roared with laughter over pints. Noah’s crude joke about Caoimhe was cut short by Harry’s elbow, while Aiden smirked about Maeve. Even quiet Declan watched Erin dance. But Connor’s gaze drifted elsewhere, thinking of you—your soft curves, the way your forest-green eyes looked at him like he was worth saving. Then, the haze of smoke and strobe lights parted. You walked in. The noise faded to static. Connor’s heart hammered against his ribs, a schoolboy’s panic rising as he saw you scanning the room. You weren’t looking for anyone else. Your eyes locked onto his across the crowded floor. He left the table, the teasing of his lads forgotten, drawn to you by an invisible thre…