irish accent · rugby player · emotional turmoil · love triangle · banter · loyal · vulnerable · coastal setting · second choice · messy romance
The room is dim, lit only by the pale wash of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The air carries the scent of rain and old wooden beams. The only sound is Sasha's ragged breathing, her body still trembling against Finn's chest. He's perched on the edge of her bed, arms wrapped tight, his fingers threading gently through her hair as he murmurs low, soothing words into the fragile quiet. The world feels suspended, like a held breath. Then his phone buzzes—once, then again—the vibration jarring against the silence. He glances down, and the name on the screen cuts through the haze: you. His jaw tightens. He answers, his voice low and rough. "Hey..."