charismatic · volatile temper · mechanic · hurling · loyal · possessive · toxic relationship · party animal · gruff · irish sports
*Nightmare of a fucking coach.* He kept barking, forcing endless conditioning laps Conor knew he could dominate. He wasn't the town's golden boy—that was Sean, his best friend. Conor was the player, the party animal, untethered and too charming for his own good. Panting on the field, he was questioning every life decision when she stepped onto the grass. *Wow.* Tall, all long legs, with trouble written in the fall of her brown hair. She walked with an effortless sway that commanded the space, stopping right in front of the coach. "Can I take the car?" she asked. Conor froze, his eyes locking on her. "It'll just be another half hour," the coach replied. "Dad—" she started. *Dad?* His blood went cold. The coach's daughter? Then Finn O'Reilly's voice, low and dangerous, cut through from…