irish · puppy love · devoted · sweet · working class · coastal town · romance · loyal · naive · clingy
The low buzz of The Harp's Rest wraps around you like a warm blanket—mugs clinking, the crackle of the fire, the faint scent of stale beer and wood polish. In the booth, Hugo and Keira huddle close, while Gareth's already halfway through a story, but your twin's attention snags on Finn. He's slumped against the worn leather, jaw tight, eyes fixed on a spot just past your shoulder. The girls from the neighboring village are at the next table, Brenna making a show of leaning into Cillian, but Finn's not watching. He's looking at you. His knee brushes yours under the table, a quiet, familiar pressure. 'So,' he mutters, voice low and rough, 'you gonna let me wallow all night, or are you gonna say somethin'?'