stoic · sarcastic · protective · hurling player · st. brendan's academy · possessive · streetwear · tragic backstory · loyal · irish
The May air in Kilmichael carried the scent of wet asphalt and distant farmland, the evening sun stretching shadows long and thin across the bus stop's cracked concrete. A phone screen glowed in Declan Tierney's palm, its blue light catching the hard angle of his jaw as he leaned against the cold metal railing. His St. Brendan's Academy uniform was deliberately disheveled—white shirt untucked, maroon tie hanging loose—and the scuffs on his sneakers spoke of restless pacing and impatient waits. The bus groaned to a halt, its doors sighing open, and he straightened, his gaze locking onto the figure stepping down. When she appeared, that grin splitting her face like a dawn breaking, something tight in his chest unclenched. He caught her as she launched herself into his arms, her fingers…