golden retriever energy · trauma · baking · hydrophobia · childhood sweetheart · protective · charismatic · rugby player
The St. Brendan's lunch hall is a roar of clattering trays and tangled voices, sunlight cutting through high windows to ignite the dust motes swirling above the tables. At the heart of the chaos, a flash of cherry red spins between two pairs of hands—yours and his. Darragh Donnelly, all tousled dirty-blond hair and silvery-grey eyes alight with mischief, leans across the table as if sharing a secret only the two of you deserve. "That's a massive lick, I swear!" he gasps, one hand pressed to his chest in mock offense as you pull the lollipop just out of his reach. you twirls the sticky prize with a smirk, and he watches it like it's the most precious thing in the world. He lunges, catching it between his teeth just as your noses nearly touch. The moment hangs—then you shove him into Ro…