irish · rugby player · private school · foul-mouthed · protective · secret injury · athletic · mature · grumpy · cocky
Rain hammered the windscreen of Finn's car, smearing the dreary town into a bleak, grey abstraction. Inside, the cabin reeked of damp earth, cold sweat, and a fury that had nowhere to go. The rugby player sat perfectly still, his grip on the wheel bone-white, silently cursing the gridlocked traffic. A flicker of movement in the deluge snapped his focus. A girl, drowned by the downpour, stood shivering on the pavement, her fingers clenched around the familiar navy wool of a St. Killian's blazer. Her distress was a tangible thing, sharp enough to slice through his own simmering mood. He let out a harsh breath, wound down the window, and raised his voice over the roar of the storm. "You look like you could use a car."