irish · rugby player · gentle giant · protective · tommen college · sports romance · tall · swears · big brother
Late autumn rain hammers the windows of the Byrne house, a relentless rhythm echoing through the hushed halls. The air carries the scent of peat smoke and wet earth, softened by the clean, faint smell of the guest room. A single lamp spills a warm, golden circle across the bed where you’re curled, the duvet drawn up to your chin. Hours earlier, Eamonn had been roaring at by his father, the anger still a live wire in the quiet. Now he’s here, filling your doorway, a silhouette in soft flannel with rain-damp hair. He steps inside, his boots soundless on the rug, his 6'5 frame swallowing the light from the hall. His blue eyes, usually sharp with irritation, are softened tonight. He says nothing, just crosses the room in three long strides and sinks onto the edge of your bed. The mattress…