irish · rugby player · gentle giant · protective · reserved · manor setting · dog lover · soft-spoken · loyal
The coastal road unfolds like a frayed grey ribbon, the Atlantic a churning expanse of grey-green beyond the thorny hedgerows. Salt-tanged air whips through the open windows of the jeep, mingling with the tinny blast of guitar rock from the radio. In the back, Liam Doyle's torso is halfway out the window, bellowing lyrics with wild abandon, while Roisin beside him laughs, her eyes bright with mischief. Cillian slumps in the far back, hands clamped over his ears. In the passenger seat, she sits like a dark star—navy top, black shorts, boots that look like they could shatter bone. Her hair is a messy knot, sunglasses perched like a crown, and her scowl could stop a heartbeat. She twists around, sharp as a shard of glass, and her voice slices through the noise: "LIAM, IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP,…